Dyed Hair Rock Show [Michael Clifford]

Color and Cliché // Part 19

I woke up around 10, just a little before. I changed into my old Sleeping With Sirens shirt I didn't really use anymore. I didn't listen to them that much, either. I put on some leggings and slipped on a pair of slippers. I was comfy.

My phone rang, it was Michael. "Hello."

"Did we put my hair dye in the cabinet at your house too?"

"Yeah, we did." I yawned.

"Okay cool. I was freaking out." He sighed in relief.

"Alright. Well, it's here. See ya in an hour." We hung up.

Sure enough he was here in an hour, with a white shirt it seemed he used when he'd dyed his hair any other time before.

"Good almost noon," I smiled.

"Almost noon to you too," he laughed.

"Um so I'm like out of food. I have warm up chicken though," I said.

"That's okay," he said. "Wait do you have spaghetti?"

I looked in the cabinets, "Yeah."

"Let's have that."

I shrugged, "Okay."

We made spaghetti and ate it, putting the left overs in a conrainer in the fridge.

"Who's getting their hair done first?" He asked.

"Well, let's do mine because mine needs bleached before I out in the turquoise," I said.

"Okay. Did we get that?" He asked, unsure.

"I have some already," I said, getting it out of the cabinet. He grabbed it and we started bleaching my hair.

"How much longer?" I asked, wanting it to be done.

"5 minutes," He shrugged.

It had already been 10. This was speed bleaching.

"Okay! Time to wash!" He said.

I smiled and got up, we went to the shower and I tried to rinse out the bleach on my own.

"Michael, will you help?" I called.

He came in there and stood with me, jeans rolled up, and helped me scrub the rest out. I kissed him as the water got on us. He kissed me back, and I put my fingers in his hair.

He kissed me again and I fell backwards. He kissed me as he ran his hands around my hair, and moved them other places. It was getting hard to breathe.

"Michael," I gasped.

He kissed my neck, it felt good under the water. But I needed to get out. "Come on," I said, and he got up, helping me up.

"You're right." He said.

I was all wet now, but that didn't bother me really. I took off my leggings and dried off my legs, then grabbed a towel to put around my head. I put in Michael's green dye, and we washed his out 30 minutes later.

"Okay," he said. "Are you ready?"

"Yes!" I said, and he started putting in my turquoise dye. I was excited. His green looked really good.

"Rinse!" he called 30 minutes later once again.  We went to the shower and washed it out and he helped me blowdry it. I loved it.

"Yay we dyed our hair!" I said, smiling. We took an awkward but cute couple type photo in the bathroom. I sent it to Hazel and set it as my wallpaper.

Michael stayed over a couple hours longer and left around 7.

Great, I have to work tomorrow.

My phone buzzed from a text.

Ashton; hey u wanna come to a small party tomorrow?

I texted back, Can't. Gotta work.

A; Ok, that sucksI didn't text hime back, I left it like it was. Besides, I didn't need to go to another party. I shrugged it off and went to bed about 9, the earliest in awhile I had gone to sleep.