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For as long as Michael could remember he had dyed his hair in a variety of colors. It ranged from joker green to cotton candy pink. This hair dyeing had become a signature look for him. That was until he had stopped dyeing his hair and let it return back to its normal color. It had been at least two years of Michael's hair not being dyed and to be honest he missed it like crazy. It was good of him to take a break, worried that some day the hair dyeing would actually make him go bald. This was something Michael needed to literally go back to his roots and have his head feel clean, but now Michael was ready to dye his hair once again for ole time sake.
You leaned against the cart and watched Michael stare at all the hair coloring packages. You began to roll the cart back and forth as you waited for him to choose something, eyes landing on the ice cream that was probably starting to melt. "I still think you should get your hair dyed by an actual hair stylist," you commented, noticing Michael had picked up a box .
"It's more expensive if I do that-should I dye my hair red again?" Michael questioned, holding the box up for you to see. "I know that one was a fan favorite-"he sat the box back in its spot then picked up another. You had shrugged at his question and began to scroll through your phone. Michael glanced over to you and then smiled. "Hey," he said, reaching out to poke you in the side. You squirmed away from him with a squeal.
"What?" you asked, rounding the cart to step away from him just in case Michael decided he wanted to poke your side once more.
"We should dye our hair together it'll be cool," he said. Your eyebrow rose at his words and you quickly shook your head.
"There's no way I'm dyeing my hair," you told him, reaching up to touch your hair. Sure it had crossed your mind to dye it at some point, but you had decided not to. Wanting to stay away from all the chemicals that hair dyeing came with.
"Why not?" Michael whined, "I've only ever seen you with your natural hair color. Have a little fun and just do something crazy for a chance." His bottom lip jutted out in a pout and you rolled your eyes at him. "Let's do purple it'll look good on you," he said, grab the purple dye from off the shelf and holding out "test" what it'll look like on you.
"Purple!" you laughed, grabbing the hair dye from his hands. You looked at the container and turned it in your hands to stare at the back for what the ingredients were.
"Imagine it. Both of us with luscious laffy taffy purple colored hair," he said making you laugh loudly. "We would be delectable."
"That sounds so weird and makes it seem like everyone would become cannibals if I dyed my hair," you pointed out. Your face scrunched up as Michael tried to convince you even more. "Okay if you stop making food analogies then I'll do it," you laughed after he almost compared the color to an eggplant and some reference to the emoji. Michael cheered in enthusiasm. He grabbed another container from the shelf and tossed it in the cart.
"You won't regret this a promise," he smiled, taking control of the cart and racing towards the checkout. You shook your head at your boyfriend and silently prayed that your first hair dye didn't go bad.
The gloves you were wearing was covered in purple hair dye as you spread it onto Michael's head. He had been giddy all the way back to your place at the thought of dyeing his hair once again. The pungent smell of the dye made your eyes burn as you continued to paint Michael's hair. The same smell coming from your own head too. You weren't sure how Michael fully convinced you into dyeing your hair, but you were starting to regret it as you noticed Michael's fingers stained by the purple dye. He seemed happy as ever. Humming along to the song that had popped up on your playlist and eyes closed in comfort at the feeling of your hands in his hair.
"Okay I'm done," you sighed, tossing the dye brush into the sink and taking off your gloves. Michael grabbed the hand mirror from off the counter and looked at his head to make sure you had placed the dye in correctly.
"Thank you baby," he smiled, pulling you down into a kiss.
"What do we do now?" you asked, wiping some dye that was on your neck off. Michael looked at his watch and then back towards you.
"Now we just wait," he said, "Wanna put on a movie and order some pizza?" In the end Michael's suggestion of you dyeing your hair was right. You loved the new change and not to mention you loved matching with your boyfriend.
