(Y/H/C=your hair color)
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Michael:
You were absolutely sick of your plain old Y/H/C hair. It was just so...basic. One morning, you woke up and thought to yourself, "It's time for a change." Getting out of bed and getting dressed, you wrote a note saying where you had gone and left it on the kitchen counter for Michael when he woke up.
About an hour and a half later, you admired your long, DARK PURPLE tresses. You adored the silky purple locks as you ran your fingers through your hair. Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you picked up your phone to reveal a text from Michael. "Hey cutie :)," it read, "can't wait to see the new 'do! meet me at the nando's by Cal's place :*" Smiling, you hopped in your car and drove to the restaurant. As soon as you walked in, you heard a gasp. It was Michael. "Y/N! Your hair! It's so...purple! Babe, I love it! It's perfect, you're perfect..." he rambled. Giggling, you quickly pecked his lips. "So I take it you love it?" you asked. "Indeed," he replied, winking. Michael threw his arm around your waist and walked you to your table, not taking his eyes of your nnew purple hair.
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SORRY BRB AHHHH IM WRITING I SWEAR
