Scarred // michael clifford

Changing Colors

^Hello, Brooklyn by ATL^
•Brooklynn POV•
We stepped up to his front porch. he fiddled with the keys as if he was nervous. His cheeks had a small tint of pink added to his pale flesh. It made his green eyes and red lips stand out.

I don't know how I gained these feelings, no more like thoughts, towards Michael. I've known for all of 10 minutes and I'm going inside his house. He some how got around the walls I've built. I needed to hold him back. He couldn't get to the one thing that would ultimately crush me. My heart.

He finally got the door open, and I walked in to see a mess. My eyes widened.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry. I totally wasn't expecting to bringing anyone home today." He tried laughing it off. His hand was on the back of his head holding onto his neck. His blush from before grew to a deeper shade.
I giggled, "It-It's not that bad..." I was terrible at lying. It wasn't my fault that I couldn't see the floor.

"Lemme just clean up, you can go set the hair dye up in the bathroom." He pointed around the corner. I smiled and walked into the bathroom. It was actually the cleanest part of the house, considering that he's a guy.

I placed the boxes on the counter and begun to open mine. Psh If anything goes wrong, I'm getting my hair done first. It was sealed shut with the tape that doesn't just come undone with pulling on the flap (annoying I know). Searching the counter and having no luck, I open the left hand drawer to
find scissors.

What I saw in that drawer made me scream, loud enough for Michael to hear.

"Are you ok?" He yelled from the other room.
"Y-yeah I-I'm good." I shouted back to him. My eyes bulged out I stare at the condoms in the drawer. I swear I felt them staring back at me. I slammed the drawer and continued looking in the others.

It's not that the thought of condoms scared me, it was what they were used for. He had a plenty amount that, he probably has had sex a bit. Was that what he expected out of me? Sex? Cause he certainly wasn't sticking his dicky anywhere near me. I don't even know him and I'm not ready for that.
I finally found a pair of scissors and cut the box open. I placed the bottles on the counter and read the instructions.
(idk if any of this is right. I've only died my hair once)

Add the liquid from the 'Step 1' bottle into the 'Base' bottle. Then shake repetitively for 2 minutes.

Lifting up the bottles I read the one which said 'Step 1' and poured the contents slowly in the 'Base' bottle which had some other liquid in it. Once it was completely emptied, I put the cap on and shook the bottle. After awhile my arms became tired, but in no time I was done. I read further on:
Once the mixture if fully mixed together, place the latex gloves on and add a quarter size of die onto finger tips.
Before I put the gloves on, I parted my hair so only the bottom layer of my hair remained. I clipped up the rest and combed out the hair that rested on my shoulders. Placing the plastic gloves on and put a bit on my fingers, I hesitantly placed it against my blonde hair.
Massage it slowly into the hair until it looks as if it has enough. Repeat steps until all is covered.
I added more and massaged it in until the whole layer was covered. I noticed I forgot to put a towel down so my white Sleeping with Sirens shirt got lavender hair dye on it.
"Shit." I muttered under my breath. It was one of my favorite band tees too. I sighed and continued to read on:
Leave the dye in for about 55-60 minutes and no later.
I put the toilet seat down, so the lid was over it and sat down. I grabbed my phone and set the timer for 55 minutes considering it's been awhile since.
After about 10 minutes of sitting and checking my twitter and Instagram feed, Michael walked in.
"I see you started without me." He pointed to my hair, like I didn't know what he was talking about.
"I wanted to do it right." I gave a small smile.
"Well then you can help me with mine." He smirked.

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