Worst

1.4

      After we had breakfast, I begged the boys to hear their music. After a few contests, I finally got a yes. 

      I heard the songs 'Easter Egg', 'Silver', and 'I'm a Natural Blue.' 

      "Oh my god guys! You are so good!" I basically scream at the three. They all smile at me saying thank you.

      "Do you really like us that much?" Otto quietly asked still unsure if I was saying it to be nice or not.

      I spoke with a smile, "I really do!" 

      I had an idea pop into my head. Excitedly, I told Awsten, "Since most of you hair is really faded pink to almost blonde, why don't we dye it blue? Like your song 'I'm a Natural Blue.'" 

      He smiled, "As long as you help me." I saw him wink, but I decided to ignore it not wanting to be embarrassed in front of the other two.

      When we made it to the store, he instantly picked up two different colors from Manic Panic.  

      "Which shade?" One was dark and one was really light.

      "Why don't we make the dark blue softer by adding conditioner?" 

       He smiled saying that it was a good idea. I was just about to leave when I had the idea of dying my hair too.

      "What if I dye my hair? I was thinking a purple or something like that." I had blonde hair already so no bleach would be needed. I have always wanted to dye my hair, but Conner would never let me.

      "I know the perfect color." He quickly grabbed this dark purple mentioning something that we are going to lighten it up with conditioner too. 

      After we checked out, we were eager to head home.

      "My hair or your hair first?" I could tell he was just as excited as I was.

      "Why not yours first. Mine is going to take the longest." I smiled at him.

      He shook his head. He grabbed a bowl that was in the cabinet and handed it to me. He told me that he wants me to be able to make the color to what I think was perfect. I made the mixture while becoming really excited and nervous at the same time.

      After the many funny faces and holding eye contact that was a little long for it to be friendly, his hair was finished. I handed him the freshly washed bowl to make my mixture. My fingertips brushed against his hand. Instantly, my face heats up. He looks up to me with a small smile and thanked me.

      When his hair and my hair was done, we wanted to show Geoff and Otto. We heard them arguing over something in the living-room. We walked towards the room.

    I was right outside the door when  Awsten jumped onto the couch screaming, "Look and mine and Morgan's hair! I am a blueberry and she is a grape!" I smiled widely at his childishness. 

      The boys stop playing their video game for a second to say it looks nice then to started playing again. Awsten looks at me disappointed from the lack of excitement from the two boys. He jumps off the couch to walk towards me. 

      "Want to go out to get ice cream so the world can enjoy our hair?"

      "Please. These two aren't hyping me up and I am worried I don't look good." I joke with him slightly fishing for a comment from him. It's just I value his opinion over everyone else.

      "You're hair looks good. I can tell you that with certainty because I did it." He says with a sassy tone and a smile on his face. 

      "That's why I can say with certainty that it looks trash," I spoke with a smile and a wink at the end to make sure he knew I was joking.

      He put his hand over his heart and gave me the saddest eyes. I ruffled his hair smiling at him, which in turn made him smile. 

      "Come on. Let's go get that ice cream you promised me." I smile widely at the boy that is showing me how to be happy without trying.

      We got our ice cream and sat at the table that is the closest to the door. We made sure we were the first people the customers saw when they walked in. 

      "So have you made any music recently?" I asked trying to start a conversation.

      "I have written music. I don't really know when I will try and produce them." He shrugs. It looks like he doesn't seem that motivated to produce music.

      "Oh. Well if you want any help, I can help. I can't play any music, but I'll help record."

      He said okay and started eating his ice cream again. I brought up that I need to get a job really soon. It is December. That means Christmas is soon. I really want to buy all the boys something for being so nice and letting me stay with them. 

      Once we were done, we went home. We got a few compliments and a lot of second looks from people walking in and out of the shop.

      We were laughing remembering  someone's face when they saw or hair when we walked into the house. Our laughter died down when we walked to Awsten's room. I look him in his eyes.

      "Thank you so much for dying my hair and taking me out. But most importantly thank you for saving me and making me happy."

      He looked me in the eye and smiled. "It's really no problem. I am just glad you turned to me instead of going back to him."

      I had this urge to kiss him. I looked to the side of the room trying not to. He sat down on the bed pulling out his phone. 

      The urge got stronger the longer I stared at him. 

      "Come sit with me. I want to take a picture with our new hair!" He smiled at me widely clearly not realizing the effect he has on me. 

      I sit down posing for the picture with him. 

      "Wait, I want to take a picture like this." He turns towards me kissing me on the cheek. My cheeks turned pink. He could definitely feel the heat on his lips. 

      He takes the picture and looks at me. "Sorry if that was weird. I just thought it would be cu-" I cut him off with my lips on his. 

      I moved back when I realized what I did making him look at me.

      "Morgan," is all he said. 

      I looked down feeling embarrassed. 

      "I'm sorry. I didn't-" I was cut off by him kissing me, passionately. It was a quick kiss, but I could tell he wanted it but didn't want to over do it. 

      "Don't be sorry. I've been waiting to do that." He smiled at me sheepishly with a deep blush. 

      I ruffle his hair, "shall we post that picture to your Instagram?" 

      He picks up his phone going to Instagram. I chose the picture of him kissing my cheek before he had a chance to pick. The caption was, "Freshly dyed hair with this lovely girl <3."

A/N: This chapter took so long to upload and I'm sorry. Comment if you liked this chapter or comment something I can improve upon. Thank you :)