Never Ending || luke hemmings

• One •

"Ow! Michael god damn, stop pulling it hurts!" I yelled at the boy in front of me.

At the moment, Michael decided that he wanted to dye my hair and he wasn't taking no for an answer. So now here we are, in my bathroom with me sitting in the bathtub and Michael pulling at my head.

"Hold still Mackenzie." He said putting in more dye and pulling my hair, making me jerk backwards.

"I'm trying! I'm sorry, it's not always easy when you have someone pulling at your head!" I yelled back.

Michael and I have been friends for years. 10, if you want to be exact. Let's just say that he's the only person that I will ever let do this to my hair. Being that I've known him for so long. Also because he's always wanted to dye his, but his mum won't let him.

"Can I see it yet?" I tried to turn around and look in the mirror.

"No!" He said pushing my face away so I couldn't see.

"Now let me work my magic." He said throwing a towel at my face, resulting in me making a weird noise that I don't even think was human.

"Fine." I groaned.

After about 20 more minutes of Michael shoving my face away from the mirror, getting dye everywhere and pulling at my hair, he finally wrapped up my hair and said that I have to keep it in for a half hour. He only ended up doing the back section of my hair so that if I don't like it, I won't have to have it showing.

He shooed me out of the bathroom so that he could clean up. I now have to find something to do for the next half hour.

As I was walking around my apartment, I felt brain dead and had no idea of what to do. I walked into the kitchen, then into the living room, then back to the kitchen. I was clueless of what to do.

I then walked into my living room again and started to pace by the door while thinking what I could do. I went to walk back into the kitchen, when I tripped over something. That something just happened to be my backpack. This made me remember of the homework I still have yet to do.

I picked up my bag off the floor and walked into my room. Grabbing my math book out of the many others, I got to work. I didn't really understand it at all as I started to go through the different equations. Giving up sooner than I thought, I did my science. I got through that and my history homework without any trouble.

I then decided to go back to my math because that's the only other homework I have for tonight. Just as I was getting frustrated again, Michael walked in.

"Okay so the bathroom is all cleaned up, and I made us some popcorn." He put the freshly popped popcorn on my nightstand and then sat in my chair by my desk.

"Mikey, can you help me with my math homework?" I said looking at him with pleading eyes hoping he'll say yes. He just laughed.

"You're asking me to help you with math. Me? The guy who is in his 11 year and is still taking a year 10 class because I, oh yeah, failed it!" he said looking at me like I'm some kind of idiot.

"Well, it was worth a shot." I groaned and fell back on my pillow.

How the hell am I supposed to complete this? Chester, my brother, is at football practice and won't be home until late.

Oh wait!

"Calum!" I shouted running over to my window.

"What about Calum?" Michael asked confused.

"Maybe he knows what to do. He might be taking regular math instead of honors, but he's smart. Right?" I questioned while looking over at Michael and trying to open my window at the same time.