green [cashby au]

Well Shit (iii)

Well Shit (iii)

There's a shriek from the showers. Austin heads there quickly and when he ducks inside, the sight that greets his eyes makes him want to slap himself in the face.

"It's... Green."

It's Alan, the cute ginger from down the hall. And his hair is green.

I am so fucked. I am so so fucked, Austin thinks desperately.

Alan looks at Austin, his eyes wide with terror, "It's green." he says again.

In that moment of terror, Austin desperately wants to take his eyes out with a melon baller, just so he won't have to see his chances with Alan swirling down the drain. He also supposes now would be a really bad time to mention to him that the dye is nearly impossible to wash out? (He made sure of it.)

"How could this happen?" He nearly shrieks, "All I did was borrow that shampoo that James gave me-"

Then, before he can tell an outrageous lie, Austin's mouth opens for him, "It's my fault."

His brain hopes for a moment that Alan didn't hear him, but judging by the way Alan's hand grips a lot tighter on his towel, he heard Austin. What definitely doesn't help is that, despite having green hair, the rest of his body is still glistening from his shower.

"W-Wait, what?" Alan sputters, his cheeks turning pink, "What do you mean this is your fault?"

"Well James was being an ass and I tried to teach him a lesson by pouring some really strong hair dyes into his shampoo and dyeing his precious blonde hair green. Then you somehow got his shampoo and now your hair is green." Austin spills then shuts himself up as it kind of looks like all the blood has drained from his face.

"You dyed my fucking hair green!" He says, tugging on his hair for emphasis.

"Not on purpose," Austin reminds him, trying to backpedal, "It was an accident, please let me make it up to you."

Alan swallows heavily and continues to glare at his ruined hair through the mirror. He mutters something angrily but nods his head.

"I'm pissed as hell at you, but I've needed some change, so fine. But you're going to explain to my mom why my hair is green when I talk to her later." Alan sighs and Austin grins weakly.

"Your room's down the hall, right?" Austin doesn't need to ask, he already knows, but that's creepy.

The only thing Alan does is nod and mutter something about seven o'clock, and then walk past Austin to get dressed.

It's a good thing he's cute, or I would've fucking killed him, Alan thinks darkly.

But it's only when he gets back to his dorm room does he realize how well and truly fucked he is. And not the good kind. One, his hair is green. Two, he just agreed to go out on a dinner date with the jackass who dyed his hair green!

Alan tries to remind himself that it's not Austin's fault that Alan forgot to buy shampoo and is too lazy to send an email home asking for some, or something, but fails miserably. Out of all the things he wanted to happen, this was not one of them, green hair, and what next?

Is he going to pierce his eyeball to look cool?

By god, this is just as bad as freshman year when his friends egged his dorm, inside and out. Alan shudders as he remembers being shouted at by his RA for a good half an hour before being forced to tell the dean, to his face, why the dorm was covered in eggs.

Everyone else thought it was fucking hilarious.

But definitely not Alan, who was from then on shot glares from his previously super friendly RA and shunned during all their floor poker nights. Watching all of your friends play poker while sitting in the corner was not Alan's definition of a fun night.

Even his so-called friends, the ones who had egged the dorm, thought the entire situation was hysterical. They bugged Alan about it for weeks, saying that maybe he should fuck his RA or the dean to get out of trouble. He never replied, he just flipped them off.

It was by this time that Alan had gotten dressed and was staring at the clock, that was teasing him. He had nearly an hour to kill before Austin was supposed to appear at his door and take him somewhere to eat to make up for this. Not like it really would, but Alan got the sense that Austin had been looking for a reason to hang out with Alan. Not that he minded of course, Austin was pretty hot and he was a screamer in a band that sounded really fuckin' good when Alan had stopped to listen.

All Alan wished was that they could've had this date under different circumstances (also that his hair was still it's usual orange color, but that was beside the point).

Oh well, I've got time to kill. Alan thought as he left his room and walked down the hallway to the common room.

Thankfully he had moved dorms and this RA didn't hate his guts with a burning passion.

"Yo Alan, what's up with your hair dude?" James was already seated in front of the TV, playing a video game, and he looked a little too unsurprised at the startling shade of green Alan's hair was now.

Alan gritted his teeth, "Well, your bud Austin rigged that shampoo you gave me with a bunch of hair dye and shit, so now my hair is green."

To Alan's surprise, James shook his head and turned his attention back to the screen where he was playing Fifa, "I'll help you get that dumbass back. He should know better than to go for my hair, well, he ended up getting yours, but you know what I mean."

He nodded and joined James on the couch, without requesting a controller, "If you help me get him back really good, it'll make this date I agreed to way worthwhile."

"No fuckin' way man, he talked you into a date? He's smooth as shit, I'll give him that." James whistled and then groaned as the other team scored a goal.

Alan laughed at that and then grinned, "Yeah, and don't forget it's your fault, so I'll forgive you if we get his ass good."

James paused his game to awkwardly shake Alan's hand, "It's a deal."

[a/n: OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY I'VE BEEN SO BUSY I HAVE HAD NO TIME TO WRITE PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!!!! THANK YOU TO @fandomstuck FOR REMINDING ME TO WRITE.

PS. WATTPAD THIS WHOLE UPDATE SHIT IS OUT OF CONTROL FUCKING FIX IT IT WAS GLITCHING THE ENTIRE TIME I WAS WRITING FOR FUCKS SAKE.]