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Allie

Allies POV:

It was now Saturday only 2 more days till I got to see him. I wanted to see him earlier. I've been debating for the last 20 minutes on if I should text him or not.

Yes.

No.

Maybe.

I don't know.

Okay I'll just do it.

Hey it's Allie.

Even sending something as simple as that, I regretted immediately. What if he thinks I'm annoying? What if he doesn't respond? All these thoughts filling my head.

Hey how r u?

He texted back.

Great thanks:) Can you do my hair soon?

Yeah 4 sure What r u doing now ?

I mentally cringed at his lack of spelling things out and his grammar. We continued texting for awhile and he told me his address.

I was a little nervous to be honest. I plugged his address into Imaps on my phone. It was a good 10 minutes away, and I wasn't sure how traffic was going to be.

When I got there, I started walking up the driveway. It looked really nice on the outside, it was green. From how big it looked it was 3 stories at least.

I went up the the tall, white door and knocked 3 times. The door opened and Michael stood there. His hair still red and black all messed up like he just woke up. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a misfits shirt. He looked so good effortlessly.

It almost made me feel self conscious. Since I didn't feel like changing or "dressing to impress." I was only wearing some nike athletic shorts. Also my volleyball hoodie I got from one of my tournaments like 2 years ago.

"Hey come in." Michael stepped out of the way so I could get in the door. "Um my parents aren't home, they had some sort of conference they had to go to."

"Oh okay, cool." I nodded.

"Let's go to the upstairs bathroom, that's where all the hair dye is." I nodded again, and then I followed him up the stairs.

His house was really nice. The carpet on the ground was a nice cream color. The walls were a classy shade of beige. It was all pretty modern.

He led me down the hall into a bright green bathroom, the shower curtain was white. The ground was a dark hard wood floor. Even the bathroom looking modern and new.

Michael closed the lid of the toilet seat and gestured for me to sit down. Then he began rummaging in the cabinet below the sink. He pulled out a small black plastic bowl. The grabbing some silver tubes. I assumed was the dye.

He began to stir up a tube of white stuff along with the blue dye.

He must of seen the way I was looking at it cause they he said, "It's just special conditioner so the dye doesn't ruin your hair completely."

"Oh okay."

I hadn't even dyed my hair or anything, but for some reason I trusted him. Michael kneeled down on his knees so he was level with me. I kept my eyes on his.

He reached for a piece of hair right by my neck, our eyes still locked. He brushes my neck with his hands. Breaking eye contact, Michael looks down at my lips and then back up at my eyes. He starts to lean in.

Our lips barely brushing before he reaches more behind my neck. Making our lips go into full contact with one another. I deepen the kiss even more putting my hand behind his neck also. This is really foreign to me, I've only really kissed a few guys. But it was never like this.

Michael licks my bottom lip, asking for entrance. Surprisingly to me, I let him. After awhile he finally brakes off the kiss.

"Wow um. . ." He looks around thinking for a second. "Oh yeah I was dying your hair."

I look up at him awkwardly and mumble a yeah. This time when he kneels in front of me, he takes the small weird looking brush applying it to my hair. Then takes a small piece of tinfoil and wrapping it around the newly dyed hair.

"We have to wait a little while for it to process, lets go do something."