My brothers best friend

Chapter 10

"I actually can't believe your dying it again!" I laughed as I massaged some black hair dye all over Michael's hair.

He was wearing his red tartan shirt, with a pair of black skinny jeans and he had a grey towel wrapped around his neck and shoulders.

We were in the bathroom in his room. Michael was sat on his desk chair facing the mirror and I was behind him dyeing his hair for him.

"I don't see how it still comes as a suprise to you!" He also giggled.

"Neither do I, I'm just suprise your not bald yet!" He laughed again and looked at my reflection in the mirror, I looked at his and our eyes locked.

"You look gorgeous Taylor." He smiled nervously at me. I felt my cheeks flush. "Thanks mike, you don't look to bad yourself." He smiled and I returned it.

I coughed changing the subject, trying to avoid the awkward convosation we'd just had.

"So, do I just put some of this one on now?" I lifted the box of purple hair due up from the side of the bath and showed him in the mirror.

"No not yet, we have to let the black dry first."

"But doesn't it take like 6 hours?" I questioned.

"Yeah" he shrugged and I smiled.

"Michael, I'm not staying with you for 6 more hours!" I exclaimed.

"Why not! Mums and dad are out and they arnt back till like 2 or something." Michael stuck out his bottom lip and pouted. "Please" he said, dragging out the 'e'.

"No michael, I have to be back by 10." I said strongly. "Besides I don't want to leave calum that long." I said looking away.

"I thought you'd fallen out." Michael said.

"Yeah, well, we have, I just don't think it's fair." I shrugged and fiddled with the bowl half full of black dye.

"He's probably out with luke anyway." Michael said getting up off his chair, making sure to hold onto the towel around his neck so it didn't fall.

"I don't know." I said sighing, "but I'm still going to be back for 10." I walked out the bathroom door with mikey following behind me, turning the light off as he exited.

"Here let me take that." he said, grabbing the bowl of dye out of my hand before I had a chance to react.

"I've never seen you move so quick!" I laughed at my little joke.

"Oh really?" Michael smirked. Dipping his fingers in the dye.

"Shit, michael no, please no." I backed away from him, putting my hands out infront.

"Stay later then 10." He said, putting the bowl down on the window sill as he stepped closer towards me, still having the dye on his fingers.

"Michael I have to be back then! I swear it's not my choice just please don't put tha-" he launched towards me before I could finish my sentence. I tried to run away but michael was quicker than me.

"Michael you dick!" I shouted as he run the dye through my hair. A thick streak of wet looking hair from the dye fell to my shoulders as I shouted.

"Michael you absolute idiot!" I yelled, but I couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh my god" he was laughing way more then he should be. "That's the best thing ever! You're just gonna have a random black bit in your hair for tommorow!" He doubled over and fell onto his bed in laughter.

"Shut up michael!" I tried to yell but was also trying to control my giggles. I looked down to the big black streak in my hair. It went from the roots to the end, and was very visible.

"Oh my god" I sighed as I collapsed into the bed next to michael. "I look like a right freak!"

He laughed and turned to me. "I'm sorry Taylor, I couldn't resist it." He sat up so he was sitting on the edge of the bed and I did the same.

"You might aswell just dye the whole thing now." He giggled and looked away.

"I'm good thanks, I mean I like black hair but I like my hair colour, it will come off in the wash anyway."

"Yeah" michael turned to face me, he looked nervous.

It was silent for a few seconds and then he did the least thing I ever expected for him to do.

He kissed me.

His lips smashed on to mine and forced my lips to open. I felt his warm tounge slide into my mouth as our lips moved in-sync. Our tounges danced around, exploring each other's mouths and it felt wonderful.

Each second as the kiss got more heated, I was getting more of an urgh to pull away. But something was stopping me. I hadn't kissed a boy in over 3 months, and I was suddenly having an urge to go further then just kissing.

Michael grabbed my waist and pulled me backwards onto the bed, not breaking the kiss as he climbed I top of me.

We rolled around a bit until we found a comfortable position on the bed. I was I too and he was on bottom.

He tugged at the hem of my t-shirt, asking for permission of it to be removed. I stopped kissing him as I lifted the top over my head. Michael eyes raked over my body and my chest area, widening at the sight of my boobs.

He wrapped his hand around my head and yanked me down again, and our lips did there thing.

Next thing we knew we were spooning each other in michaels bed.

I lay in my panties and my bra and michael in his boxers. We hadn't done anything more then just make out and strip down to what we were in now. But it had felt nice.

I know for a fact that michael hadn't had a girlfriend in over a year, but I hope he didn't consider this to mean we were now dating or something.

"Are you going to stay later then 10. Now?" Michael asked. I felt his hot breath against my bare back as I leaned to grab my phone of the bedside cabinet.

It was 10:28, I was already late.

"Sure mikey, I'm already late." I whispered. I felt his arm wrap tighter around my waist.

"Thankyou" he whispered back.

Before I knew it I was asleep, and so was michael, with his arm still wrapped around me.