Hypnotic || H.S

nine

Connor passes me the glue stick as we put on the finishing touches on our poster. I put the cap on as I look down at the board, "Looks good." I huff relieved after hours of working on it. I slouch my shoulders leaning against my bed, Connor joining me. He seems exhausted.

I extend my leg, reaching forward to take my knee brace off when he offers to do it, "Let me get that for you." He insists leaning forward unstrapping  the buckle slowly making sure to not hurt me. He taps my leg signaling me to lift my leg. I do then he slides the brace off, and my leg feels relaxed, allowing the blood to flow. He laughs when he sees my reaction, I close my eyes in relief. "Thank you." I mumble.

I hear him get up taking the poster. I open my eyes, he sets the poster down on the bed. I turn to look at him and he walks towards my shelf looking at the picture frames. "You remember that hair dye you bought a while back," He continues to look at the books I organized in colors. "The black hair dye?" he adds before turning to face me.

I look up at him raising my eyebrows, "Yeah, I still have it." I bought it probably like two weeks ago. I was thinking of dying my hair black, brown just makes my hair look dull.

A smile is plastered on his face, "Dye my hair." His blue eyes light up like a christmas tree on christmas. I tilt my head to side, trying to see if he is being serious or if he is just kidding. He shakes his hand, "Hello earth to Lexi."

I shake my head, "You'd dye your hair black?" His skin is such a pale cream, he would look like winter pale. So pure, the black hair would make his beautiful blue eyes appear more dreamy. "You would look grunge." I add trying to get off the floor.

He watches me struggle before he comes to my rescue and helps me up on my bed. His grin widens, "Come on, make me badass."

I roll my eyes as he begins to take his sweater off, leaving him in a just white shirt. "Fine."

I grab a rag running it under hot water. I leave it there for a while allowing steam to invade the air. I hear a knock come from outside. "It's open." I shout turning the water off, I squeeze the rag tightly so that it's damp. Matthew opens the door, "What are doing?" He asks stepping aside from me he opens the mirror. I look up to see what he getting, he grabs a band aid.

"I dyed Connor's hair, but he has dye on his face, so i am going to wash it off. What is with the band aid?"

"Joseph cut his hand while peeling potatoes." He chuckles.

My body squirms, "Ouch, that must of hurt."

Matthew closes the drawer, "He didn't cry."

"He never cries." Joseph always tolerate pain better than me. When he was six, he fell off the swing at the park, and slit his head open. He didn't cry, instead he asked Daniel if he was going to have a scar like Harry Potter. He had to get six staples in his head, and he still didn't cry. We used to tease him and call him egghead, because the nurse said she didn't see a brain inside. We compared Joseph's brain to yolk.

Footsteps make us look towards the door, and it's Connor. He is drying his hair in a towel with dye stains. Connor winks at me as Matthew leaves us, "Did i Interrupt something?" he makes a kissy face, and I ignore him. "Here," Handing him the damp rag as he sits on the toilet wiping his face. "This will take the dye off hopefully." I take the wet towel from him.

"Thanks Lexi." He says.

I smile leaning against the doorframe, "No problem." I watch as he washes his face. His creamy skin almost like Harry's. I look away going back to my room.

I sit on my bed waiting for him to come. I could hear Joseph cursing downstairs about the amount of blood. Suddenly Connor walks back in, "Sounds like the cut is bad."