Mr. & Mrs. Captain

Ryder, Wendy's, and Sex

C H A P T E R F I V E

'. . .yesterday was Friday, today is Saturday. . .'

I pressed the skip button on phone, water drops spilling on it a bit.

Pandora has shitty music.

'. . .Safe little house, safe little friends, safe little thoughts to keep you sane. . .'

Ooooh, nevermind.

I sang along to Actors as I massaged my scalp with shampoo. I could see the purple water flowing down my body, and splashing on the white surface of the bathtub/shower floor.

By the time the song had ended, I had finished with my hair, and was wrapping a towel around myself. Before I got out of the bathroom, phone in hand, I stole a quick glance in the mirror.

My hair was light brown. Since my hair was so dark, I had to bleach it for the purple to be noticeable. I didn't want to completely damage my hair, so I just made them bleach it just enough for the purple to be seen.

The color it has now is like cherry blonde. I like the color, but I look weird with it. It's probably because since I always have purple hair, when its back to my original color, or in this case cherry blonde, I personally think I look weird.

I have the dye, but I don't like to dye it myself, I always miss spots, and hate to do it at the back of my head because I can't see.

I tugged at my hair and went out the bathroom and into my room.

I should dye it a different color, you know, try new styles. I've been dying it purple and purple only for over a year now.

I texted Rory quickly.

Me:

Life or death situation. Should I dye my hair, or leave it plain? And if I should dye it, do I dye it purple again, or try something new? Perhaps blue?

I put the phone down, dropped the towel, and put on some underwear and a sports bra. I headed to my dresser, and got out some short, black pajama shorts. I'm all alone so I'm not going to bother to put on a shirt. Plus, I'm going out at 2, its only 12.

My phone beeped and I picked it up.

Rory:

Yeah, life or death. More like stupid and stupider. I almost had a heart attack when l that first sentence, you fucker. Dye it. AND OMG BLUE WOULD LOOK AWESOME ON YOU! I also need to redye, should I? I'm thinking to orange, like Hayley Williams orange. . .

I chuckled at my best friend's text.

Me:

Sorrynotsorry. Anyways, ORANGE WOULD LOOK AWESOME ON YOU. . .but you know I love your natural hair color. I don't know why you even dye it, moron!

It is true, I do love her natural hair color. Her hair is a light brown, almost going on blonde. It always seems to look full of volume and it shines even after it dries after being in a pool. It's amazing. . .unlike my dark mess of wavy hair.

Rory:

Aw, shunks. I dye it so we could be morons together, because I ALSO LOVE YOUR HAIR, LIKE, I WANT IT! Wanna trade? ;)

Me:

My hair is horrible, trust me, you don't want it. You're lucky to have straight hair! And stop uSING SO MUCH CAPS!

Rory:

Ugh, straight hair is horrible, like you may think it has volume, but it doesn't flow around in the wind like yours. My hair is dull and I hate it. And caps DESCRIBE MY FEELINGS BETTER!