It was hours later when I finally got a text from Ashton. We had exchanged phone numbers in the studio after his performance. We had hung out for two or three hours.
Ashton: It was great seeing you earlier, when ca we meet up again?
Rowan: I'm free after 11:30 tomorrow, so whenever works :)
Ashton: I'll pick you up from the studio at noon <3
I bushed before typing back a quick ok. He typed a heart! What does that mean? I tried not to overthink it as I picked out my night clothes, ready for a nice warm shower to relieve me of my stress.
Before I got undressed, I went into my cabinet and picked out a bright red color. It was time to change my light brown hair into something new.
I set up the dye and was grateful that I was too lazy to condition it last night. I set down a red towel that I found shoved in the back of my closet next to the white sink and used a black one around my shoulders. I used a safety pin and clipped the towel shut, hoping to not stain my shirt.
I ran a comb through my hair, ridding it of tangles. I applied the conditioner stuff that was given to me in the kit and took a breath before putting on the gloves. I quickly mixed the dye so it would be easier to apply and sectioned off my hair. I lathered it with dye, making sure it went all the way to my roots and wouldn't leave stripes or spots.
I went to set a timer on my phone when I realized I had an unread message from an unknown number.
We talked to Ashton, in case you're wondering.
Rowan: Who is this?
Sorry, this is Michael
Rowan: Oh, hi Michael
Michael: Hi Rowan
Rowan: How long do I wait to wash my hair out? I just dyed it and the package doesn't say
Michael: What color?
Rowan: Red
Michael: 35 minutes, it takes longer than most colors if you want it to last
Rowan: Thank you!
35 minutes later, I finally stepped into my shower to wash out the dye. I thoroughly rinsed my hair and washed it using the shampoo provided. Once the entire bottle is gone and the water runs clear and bubble-free, I step into the air-conditioned bathroom. I dry myself off quickly and slip into my night clothes, ready to fall into a peaceful sleep, but hours later it still won't come.
I twist and turn a few more times before I get up, a deep sigh leaving my lips. I check the time, not expecting it to be nearly one in the morning. That's not the only surprising thing, though. I noticed text from Ashton. A new one.
Ashton: I'm sorry to bug you and I'm sorry if I wake you up, but I need someone to talk to
Rowan: Why are you awake at this time? You didn't wake me, I've been up
Ashton: Why are you up? You have work!
Rowan: I asked first
Ashton: I had a bad dream about my dad
Rowan: Do you want to talk about it?
Ashton: Not really, I just want a friend. A real one, other than Michael
Ashton: You're not just using me, right?
Rowan: I would never, I swear it
Rowan: Ash?
Rowan: Goodnight <3
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