help //m.c.\\

chapter forty

I'm currently waiting for Michael to get out of the bathroom so that I can go pee before I piss myself.

"Hey babe,- oh shit." I sprinted past him and practically tore my pants off.

"Well damn." He laughed and plopped down on the bed that I was previously on.

"Fuck, I had to pee so bad and you were taking seven years." I said as I washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom. We had two beds in the room and I sat down across from him.

"Hey, Teegan, look what I have." He pulled out a packet of hair bleach.

"Can we do it tonight?"

"Mikey, Karen said no."

"But baby, please" He stuck out his bottom lip.

"Michael, if I get in trouble, I'm telling everyone you forced me to do it and you said that you would hit me with a bus." I giggled and took the package from him. He followed me into the bathroom and just stood there like he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Okay dork, are you ready?" He smiled and nodded.

"What do I need to do?"

"Well if you want bleach all over that shirt, then leave it on, but sit down on the side of the tub please."

"If you wanted me to take my shirt off, you just had to ask." He smirked and took it off, then tossed it in my face.

"Are you sure about this? It kills your hair and it won't feel the same."

"Just do it please." He rolled his eyes.

"If you sass me, I'm not gonna do anything, boy, so watch yourself." He giggled at me. I opened the box and dumped it all out on the counter. The gloves were huge and they would fit like balloons, but I don't really want bleach on my hands.

"Mike can you go grab my comb please." He walked out of the room and came back with my entire bag.

"I'm pretty sure don't want me tearing everything up."

"You're right." I reached in and found it immediately. They always have cups in hotel rooms for coffee so I just poured the bleach in one of those.

"Are you close to being ready? I've been sitting here for awhile."

"It's ready I'm just waiting for you to get impatient." I smiled at him.

"Have you died your hair before?"

"Yeah, but it was only to make my hair darker."

"Well kiddo, this is a huge step from dark. Just to warn you, it kinda stings, but it's bearable. You have to let it sit so that it takes out all of the color, okay?"

"How long do you think the wait will be?" He groaned.

"Let's wait and see." I shoved my hand in the cup and looked at him with my eyebrows raised. He nodded and smiled.

"Oh, get a towel first." He laid it around his neck and I dove in. I globbed it on his head and started running my fingers through his hair.

"Oh fuck! That's so cold Teegan!" He flinched and pushed my arm away slightly.

"Michael if you do that one more time you're going to get the bleach in your eyes. Then I wouldn't be able to look at your gorgeous green orbs, so stop fucking moving." He giggled at me.

          Michael had surprisingly stayed still and we were now waiting for it to murder his dark hair. There was a little bit of bleach left because I sure as hell don't want Karen to murder me for his hair falling out. I thought about dying my hair and using it up.

"Mikey I think you're good. You'll be able to shower without getting the bleach in your eyes right?"

"If I say no, will you get in the shower with me?" He tried.

"You horny bastard. Get in the shower and wash your hair." I playfully pushed him.

"Wait, come here." He grabbed my arm and brought me close.

"I love you, babygirl." He kissed my forehead.

"I love you, Mikey." I smiled up at him.

"Now get in the shower before all of your hair falls out." I exited the bathroom with the cup of bleach. The comb was still in the cup and I figured I could just brush it through my tips. I made sure the lights were bright enough because usually hotels have shitty lighting. There was a mirror above one of the desks in the room and I sat on top of it so I could see well. I threw the towel Mike had used around my neck.

"Here goes nothing." I hadn't dyed my hair in a while. Well, I only used Kool-Aid so it didn't damage my hair too much. I middle parted my hair and put one glove on. I didn't want too much of my hair to be blonde, so I made sure that there was a little bit of bleach on the comb. As I was brushing the bleach through my split ends, my phone rang.

"Fuck. Why at the times when I don't want someone to talk to me, they do?" I groaned and walked over to the loud device.

"Hello?" There was no answer.

"Um, hello?" The person hung up. This, is why I hate people. I tossed it on the bed and finished up my hair and waited for Mike to get done.

"Holy shit! My hair looks so fucking cool!" Michael screamed from in the bathroom. He opened the door and he had the biggest smile on his face. He had a towel around his waist and his hands in his hair.

"Baby it looks so good. Oh my god, you did a good job. Fuck, I love it."

"I think that color suits you. Get dressed and let it dry. I'll help you with it after I'm done in the shower." I'm very surprised he didn't notice the towel around my hair.

"I'm so happy. And to be honest, I don't care what my mom says." He kissed my nose and walked past me.

"You're such a dork." I giggled at how excited he was.

             When I got out of the shower, my phone rang again. It was the same number as last time.

"What do you wa-"

"Just making sure this is you. I'm going to rip you to shreds for getting me sent here. Just wait. You'll see." And with that, my dad hung up.