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The Experience Gone Wrong

"Okay y/n, you confident to dye hair today?" My manager addresses me as I sweep hair off of the salon floor. Immediately I am interested and a smile appears on my face, for weeks now she has barely let me do anything besides cleaning. We all have the same qualifications, maybe it's just because I'm the youngest here, having just finished my training but that doesn't mean I have less potential.

"Are you serious?" I ask, her face remains emotionless and I finish sweeping and put the broom aside, preparing my station for whoever is having their hair dyed. "Do we know what they want yet or?" I ask my manager but she ignores me walking off. "I'll take that as a no." I mumble to myself, patiently waiting for the customer to turn up.

I go out the back of the salon to make myself a drink when I hear lots of greetings take place out front, leaving my drink I take a peep to see who it was. As I do I find myself staring at the very attractive stranger who has very green hair, and matching dreamy eyes. He takes a look around and makes eye contact with me, as soon as he does he smirks and I wind my head back out of sight.

After taking a few minutes to compose myself and taking a few deep breaths I walk on out, trying to maintain my confidence when I see him sat at my station. Looking around checking that no one else was supposed to do his hair I walk over, trying to ignore how attractive he was.

"Hi, I'm y/n. Can I get you anything before we start today?" I give my usual introduction as I have been rehearsing for weeks to make it sound less forced.

I can see him contemplating in his reflection, "How about a glass of water and your phone number." He winks to me and immediately I feel myself going red, I just walk off and get him some water. Taking extra time to calm down, knowing I'll be in his company for the next four or more hours. As I walk back out, water in hand I see he is watching me in his reflection, waiting for me.

"So what are we doing today then-" I went to say his name but forgot, no one had introduced me to him, not even my manager.

"Michael." He spoke up, causing me to smile and feel at ease. He played with his hair whilst he explained, "I'm thinking I want to go red, like a really vivid red, not blood red as that'd be terrifying although I've been called worse." He joked and I let out a soft chuckle, nodding at his idea whilst I went to mix the correct dyes up.

Whilst I bleached his hair he talked about how he was in a band and they had been on tour for a few months, I vaguely remember hearing about their band but nothing comes to mind. "So, what do you want to do with your life then y/n?" He asks and it takes me back by surprise. I continue massaging the bleach into his hair whilst I think intently.

"I always thought I wanted to do this, be a hairdresser." I started but took a look around at all the other hairdressers who just made jokes and had the same conversations, my manager who complained about her life and her customers all day long, how she demands people to do things for her. This isn't the ideal life I dreamed about when I was little. "But I've been here for a few months, I can't see myself working here for years to come." I shook my head and shivered at the thought.

"What do you want to do then?" He reiterates his original question as I pull my hands away, letting the bleach do its job for a while as I remove my gloves cleaning up the station.

Taking away the empty containers and then come back I have the answer. "I always wanted to have a cupcake shop." I smile proudly and he raises an eyebrow at me. "Don't mock it was something I'm good at doing." I fold my arms raising an eyebrow back to him.

"So cakes and shit?" He questions and I roll my eyes, directing him over to the sinks so I can wash his hair.

"No, not cakes and shit, that would be incredibly unhygienic duh." I ooze sarcasm and laugh to myself. "I mean more like cakes and cupcakes, wedding cakes and pastries. Before I went down the route of hairdressing I baked all the time, it relaxed me a lot." I thought back to how I made something different everyday, sometimes more during my exams.

"What happened?" He asks, actually showing interest in what I was saying, which was a first.

"This job." I mumbled to him and he made an O shape, clearly understanding what I meant.

"If you hate it so much why not quit? Get another job?" He suggests as I wrap the towel around his head, and take him back to his chair and mix the red dye, thinking carefully.

"It's not that easy Michael, I cannot afford to stop working for even a day." I sigh, after that we don't talk for a while, instead I just focus on covering all of his hair in the dye. Once it's all on I walk away and remove the containers of dye. Making myself a drink whilst I was at it, not needing to be reminded of how awful my job was out there.

Placing my glass in the sink I look to my watch and rush back to Michael who smiles to me. "Come on, now we gotta wash it off." I smile back to him and we return to the familiar sink.

"Sorry if I upset you earlier, I didn't intend to." He spoke up, I shook my head to him, seeing the initially cocky guy disappear into a more caring soul.

"It's no problem, you just made me think a lot about this job and my life in general." I said whilst massaging his hair. "Things don't always work out the way you want at times. Jobs, money, dreams, relationships. In the end everything fails you." He gives me a strange look as I finish washing his hair and wrap it into a towel to go and dry it off and style the best I could.

"Who failed you?" He asks just before I turn to hairdryer on.

I shake my head not wanting to go into details about my previous relationship with Kyle, I thought we were perfect together. He saw me through my long nights of studying,  helped me out a lot then one day just walked out. Never even gave me a reason why, since then I've had issues trusting people so easily, but Michael, he seems different.

Zoning out I finish his hair, but go wide eyed when I see the results and so does he. "Holy shit." I say a bit louder than I had intended.

"Holy shit." He repeats as we both stare at his hair.

I start to panic the more I stare at it. "Your hair is highlighter pink." I state and feel awful. But he does the unexpected, he bursts out laughing.

Whilst I remain in complete shock he stands up and takes me by the arms, "Chill. Just quit your day job will you. Here, call me sometime, you'll see me easily in a crowd as I've got the awesome hair." He winks and places something in my hand.

I stand still watching him pay and leave, my manager marches towards me complaining about the poor job I did and I just snap. "Do you know what? Screw you and this crap job!" I yell to her and walk out, trying to spot the pink hair.

Once I see it I start to run, calling his name. As soon as he turns around I see an excited look on his face, and as I get closer he opens his arms and I crash straight into them, not letting go.

"I quit." I mumbled into his chest, he grips me tighter and kisses the top of my head.

"It's okay y/n, I know you think everything will fail you but I promise you, I won't." He looks back and forth from my eyes and lips, I begin to move closer until our lips meet, feeling a spark ignite.

And a spark that hasn't stopped since.