Homeless (Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Chapter 34

“Kaylaaa!” Michael yelled from the bathroom.

I was laying in bed thinking about everything. Michael was in the bathroom for a while and I don’t know what he was doing.

“What!” I yelled back.

“Come here I need your help!”

I rolled out of bed then made my way to the bathroom. When I walked in, he had three hair dyes laid out on the counter and his hair was bleached.

“I’m dying my hair but which color should I do?” He asked.

I then looked at the dyes laid out. There was green, dark purple, and red.

“Do you dye your hair a lot?” I asked.

“Haven’t kept up with it much lately but kind of.” He smiled.

“I think I like the green.” I picked.

“Okay! Now you might have to help me out a bit.” He said, opening the hair dye up.

“Okay and don’t you need like gloves or something when you dye it?” I questioned.

“Oh yea that might be a good idea.” He said opening up a cabinet and pulling out gloves.

He then slipped them on, picked up the brush and began to apply the dye to his hair. It was a light green which I really liked. It was a great color. I’m pretty sure every color looks great on him.

“Kayla can you get the back for me?” He asked, holding the brush out to me.

I then picked up the brush and began to apply to the spots he missed. This kind of reminded me of when I use to dye the tips of my hair when I was 14-15. I had almost every color in the book. I never did my entire head though. Well I did done at the salon my mom made me go and get a ‘nice looking color’ which was this reddish brown. I’ve always wanted to try a dark purple.

“Okay I’m pretty sure everywhere is covered.” I said, placing the brush in the sink.

“Okay now we wait an hour!” He smiled.

Before he walked out of the room, I called him back

“Michael?”

“Yea?” He said, walking back in the room.

“You think purple would look good in my hair?” I asked, holding up the purple hair dye.

He smiled at me, knowing exactly what I wanted to do.

“You want to dye your hair?” He asked.

“Is that okay? But then I would have to use your bleach” I said.

“That’s perfectly fine!” He basically was jumping for joy.

He came back in the bathroom and we both set up everything. I put on a new t shirt and began to apply the bleach to my hair.

“Michael put on some music.” I said.

He walks out of the room and came back with his phone. He started playing All Time Low. They had some nice songs. I was more into the classic, heavy rock, but I liked them.

Once I finished applying the bleach and waited 20 minutes, I washed it out in the sink. I didn’t want my hair bleached too light because I wanted a dark purple.

“Michael the water is freezing!” I screeched.

He then made it a little warmer, but not too warm.

I then dried my hair with the towel.

“Please tell me these are our towels.” I said. I would feel terrible if we ruin Calum’s cousins towels.