green [cashby au]

Borrowing Shampoo (ii)

Borrowing Shampoo (ii)

Playing guitar can be fun on your own, but somehow, Alan feels lonely. He stares off into space for a few moments before shaking his head clear. The last thing he needs to do is to get all nostalgic about the friends he had freshman year.

"Those assholes nearly killed me anyways." He mutters, shaking his head.

His head snaps up as a group of people passes the studio he's in, all in band shirts excitedly discussing something. A small grin forms on his face when he sees that cute guy he's spotted a few times laughing.

The group seems nice enough and as Alan packs up his guitar and heads out, he takes a moment to pause by the room they're practicing in. His hopes soar when he hears screaming, the music kind, and peers through the little window to see the same guy hunched down low, shaggy hair covering his face. The people seem to be singing along, despite the fact that Alan doesn't think he's ever heard this song.

Not like it would be super creepy if he knocked and asked if he could jam as well. Not at all.

But nevertheless he raises his hand to knock, but lowers it. He shouldn't disturb them-

James is in there. Alan grins widely as he heads back to the dorms, carrying thought of potential new friends with him.

Part of him wishes that he had tried to make friends at the beginning of the year with some of the guys on his floor, but his self preservation insists that he was fine.

And then there's that dull ache in the pit of his stomach that he used to dampen with cigarettes and sneering things about passing strangers. That dull ache that drove him his passion for guitar and cute boys in tight jeans, the one that proved a gateway to better and more musical things to come.

But fuck that feeling, because Alan had worked a long time to get rid of all the negativity in his life, way too long to let it creep back in now.

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Okay, so maybe I need to stop borrowing shampoo, Alan thinks to himself.

It is seriously getting out of hand, but that's probably the least of his worries at college.

"Shampoo?" James, one of the guys on Alan's floor asks, grinning as he steps out of his room upon seeing Alan walking down the hallway with a towel around his waist and an old band tee.

Alan scratches awkwardly at the back of his neck, one hand holding on to the towel cinched around his hips, "Uh, yeah, thanks, man."

James laughs as he reaches in the doorway and hands him the shampoo, "It's fine. My mom packed me way too much anyways. I guess she's forgotten I'm in my junior of college and I don't need babying anymore. Oh, by the way, don't be surprised if it's a weird color, she buys this weird organic shit."

"Thanks, man," Alan grins at his talkativeness and keeps heading towards the showers.

He grimaces at the state of the showers but nevertheless steps into one of the cubicles, quickly shutting the curtain behind him. Yeah he's a friendly guy, but he'd like to shower in peace, thank you, amen.

As he turns on the shower, he examines the shampoo James gave him. It's weirdly green and smells way too much like chemicals to be as natural as James' mother probably would have hoped. But yet again he shrugs off any uncertainty because well, he's guy in college who desperately needs a shower. Right now is probably not the best time to be questioning the validity of exactly how "100% vegan" this shampoo is.

And then he's going through his normal routine of quickly washing his body and trying not to knock one of his elbows into the tile walls. He curses his slightly gangly arms as he begins to wash his hair and is slightly concerned.

It isn't as if green isn't a weird color for a hair wash but this one is just so, green. Then there's that faint burning sensation on his hands and scalp that just can't be from anything normally in the shampoo.

Alan prays to whatever God or gods he thinks might be listening that whatever prank or joke he's accidentally become a victim to, doesn't have too permanent consequences.

It's only when Alan steps out of the shower with his towel around his waist again and shampoo bottle in hand that- fucking hell what was in that bottle?

Of course it's only his natural reaction to yell out, "What the fuck!?"

The irony of his dislike of he color green and the newfound color of his hair is not lost on him. Not one little bit.

[A/N: Uh... Hi? I'm sorry for the gap, I'm super bad about updating because I've got a lot going on with school and my personal life so I hope those of you that are reading can understand :)
Hope you enjoyed!]