The Not-So-Suicidal Jumper

Chapter 6- Checking the list

The not-so-suicidal Jumper || Chapter 6- Checking the list

--Maddy's POV--

I smirked as I marched into my room with a triangle in one hand and a triangle in the other.

I looked at Asher's peaceful condition and my lips twitched. Haha to bad Ash.

I banged the music objects together and I heard a high pitched scream, which made me fall to the ground in laughter. I felt someone came down on top of me but I was still trying to wipe the tears of happiness from my eyes.

"Hey that's not funny!" He pouted and I giggled, running my hand through his silky soft hair.

"Actually, I believe it was."

"You need to make up for it," he argued, and I nodded. Honestly, I couldn't care less about what I needed to 'pay' him. That was way to hilarious!

"A kiss," he said and I teasingly planted my lips on his cheek. He growled.

"No, a kiss on my lips!"

"I know Ash, I was kidding," I shook my head in amusement, and slowly pressed our lips together. Asher tried desperately to make the three second kiss into a make out session but I laughed and declined, leaving the boy pouting again.

"I have stuff to do, Ash," I told him and he nodded.

I pushed Asher out of the room and changed into a cute red and black sundress, with 3 inch white wedges. I applied the usual makeup, and brushed my hair out.

"Okay, first thing on my list is.. Dying my hair!" I grinned and Asher nodded walking outside with me. I grabbed Cheddar and we got on, Ash hugging me tightly because he's a stupid little shit that likes touching me.

We rode to the store and I decided it would be safer to dye my hair myself than in a salon, so I ended up buying hair dye that is black with a blue tinge. At the same time, I bought the matches, because even I am not stupid enough to forget about them and then later on have to go right back here again.

It took us the same amount of time getting there than getting back, except my heart was racing at the same time and a million different thoughts were going through my head.

I have dyed my hair before, a nice mahogany red and I've dip dyed the bottom pink and obviously the colour I've got now- blonde- but black is a completely entirely different story and honestly I've never been so afraid to put dye in my hair before.

"Omg, omg shit, shit, shit, duck," I shrieked as I sat in the bathroom back at home with Asher.

"Fuck, not duck."

"AUTOCORRECT!" I giggled but then my face blanked again.

"What's wrong? You do realise that it washes out right?"

"Yeah I know," I sighed and dumped the bottle in my hair, conditioning it thoroughly.

"Now I need to wait half and hour," I said and we moved out into the kitchen, where I brought out my salad. Asher gave me a funny look but didn't say anything, as he pulled out toast.

I checked the time, 5 minutes until I need to wash it out.

I told Asher to stand outside as I walked into the bathroom and put my hair over the spa bath.

I rinsed it out and wrapped a towel around my hair.

As I blow dried my hair, I made sure that I was facing away from the mirror because I wanted to see what I looked like when it was perfectly dry.

"Can I come in yet?" Asher yelled from the other side of the door, and I shook my head until I realised he couldn't see me. "Not yet."

I flipped my hair and shook it out, and then I turned around, gasping at the sight in front of me.