Done.

33-Hey, you're cool.

"You'd do that for me?" I ask. This warms my heart. Alex would be prepared to dye his hair with me? Why would he want to do that? Is it to show it isn't that scary at all, or does it have a different intention? Either way, this makes me feel warm. It's very sweet of him.

He nods. "Sure. It's less scary that way, right? For you?" He says. It's almost like somewhere under that shield, he does have feelings and a heart. I hope he won't hide them away forever.

I nod. "It is. Thank you for doing it with me." I say, I even smile a little.

"Let's get started alright?" He says and I nod again. I take him up to my bathroom. "The hair dye will get on your clothes if we don't use a towel." He says.

"Alright, I'll go change and grab a towel then." I say, he simply nods so I go to my room. I grab an old big shirt of my brother and wear it.

It's a big white shirt with on the front the logo of the summer camp he used to go to every summer. I never went to a summer camp, my parents said it was too expensive to let two kids go. Which seems weird because we have two bathrooms, a house, my parents both have good jobs and my brother is in college.

I never let it get to me too much. I had all the fun with Jesica every summer anyway. I never really needed to pull it even. I guess that it stands out now.. But I can't do anything about it anyway, so I'm not going to let it bother me.

I walk back to the bathroom. "Shall we both sit on the ground? Or do you want a chair or anything." Alex proposes.

"Maybe you can sit on the edge of my bed and I'll sit on the ground? You have to be careful then, I don't want my bed sheets getting purple." I say, I wouldn't have a clue about spilling. I've never dyed my hair before nor have I seen it being done in front of me. I'm a hair dye noob.

"Yes. Also grab two old towels, or at least towels you're allowed to turn purple." He calmly says to me.

I nod in return and know exactly what to do. I take two big old towels my family uses as beach towels to lay on in the sand. They're on the bottom of the closet. They're ugly and yellow. We rarely even use them anymore, so I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind, else I'd get them new ones.

"You can go to my bedroom now." I tell him while I'm trying to figure out how to carry these gigantic towels.

"Where is it then?" He scoffs back.

Is it just how I see it or is he really being grumpy?

I sigh and throw one towel to him, he catches it. He didn't even flinch or anything, he must be a robot.

Now that I think about it, him being a robot wouldn't be so weird after all. He barely shows emotions, he gives short answers, he barely moves. He must be a robot..

"Just follow me." I say and smile to him. I can't deny I'm a little annoyed by him right now, but I don't need another person that hates me. So I'll just be kind to him for now.

I take him back to my bedroom and place my towel on the bed. I place it on the edge so it'll protect my bed from getting dirty. Alex does just like he was told and he follows me, he wraps the towel around my shoulders.

"Sit down, I'll prepare the hair dye." He says. It bothers me a little that he wants to play boss in my house, but okay. I guess boys are like that sometimes.

Maybe I'm just saying it's the fault of being a boy, maybe I'm saying it's just the way he acts and maybe it's just all in my head.

Chances are that I'm just overreacting and overthinking every move he makes. That would make me a creep so I better stop doing it right now.