5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Orange Is The New Michael - Michael Clifford

"Are you sure you can do this?" Michael asked, shifting nervously in his seat.

You rolled your eyes, "Yes Michael, I'm pretty sure." You grabbed the hair dye bottle, pouring a glob of it onto your hand. You smirked as you grabbed the dye brush, scooping up a bit of orange dye. You looked at him, smiling widely. "Are you ready?"

He shook his head, "What if I don't look good with orange hair?"

You rolled your eyes once more, "You looked good with every other colour Michael, why wouldn't you look good with orange?"

Your words reassured him, his face growing less nervous. Without warning, you ran the brush through his hair, watching as the dye coated his bleached white mane.

After a few minutes of using the brush, you grew frustrated as it kept on tangling in his hair. "Screw it," you muttered, putting the brush down and using your gloved hands to massage the dye in instead. You looked down at the 3/4 full bottle and back to Michael. He looked at you questioningly when you grabbed the bottle and unscrewed the lid, pouring all of the dye onto his head.

Michael's eyes widened, "Why did you do that?!"

You shrugged slightly, "I got bored."

"Bored?!" he semi-shouted.

"Yes, now shut up and let me work."

"Bu-"

"Shush," you sighed, furrowing your brow in concentration. You massaged the dye in for a couple more minutes, then stepped back, admiring your work. "Now we have to let it sit for thirty minutes."

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You sat in the living room, waiting for the thirty minutes to be over.

"Oh my god, Help!" you heard Michael shout from the bathroom. You quickly jumped off of the couch, rushing to the room. "Are you okay?" you asked, worried that Michael was hurt. You looked into the bathroom to see a completely unscathed Michael sitting cheekily on his chair.

"I-I heard you scream. I thought you were hurt." you stuttered, an annoyed look on your face.

Michael just held his phone up, "It's been thirty minutes."

"You're horrible," you glared, walking up to him.

Michael laughed, "But you love me."

"Sure,"

Michael pouted as you took him to the shower, turning the water on. You then began to wash the dye out.

"It's cold!" Michael shouted, trying to move away from the water.

"I know," you smirked. "This is payback for you scaring me."

It was quiet afterwards, the both of you watching as the hair dye coloured the water as it rushed down the drain.

After most of the dye stopped washing off, you turned the shower off and grabbed an old towel.

"Don't look at the mirror while you dry your hair." you ordered, smiling slightly.

Michael just nodded, looking at the wall. As he towel dried his hair, you plugged your hair dryer in, turning it on.

Michael jumped at the noise, dropping his towel in surprise.

You giggled as you dried the rest of his hair, grinning at the result.

"Okay, you can look now!"

Michael turned around, staring at himself for a few moments. Suddenly, he turned to you, smirking cockily, "I look hot."

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "Well seeing as it looks like your head's on fire, I have to say I agree."

Michael stuck his tongue out at you and laughed, tackling you in a hug. "Thanks for helping."

"No problem Mikey," you smiled, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck.