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Chapter 3- Queer Eye, except it's just Ryan Ross

"You better not have botched my fucking hair." I moaned at Ryan. I got tingles every time the scissors took another chunk of hair off my head. 

"Don't worry Gee, it looks great!" Ryan said. "Well, can I see it then?" I groaned. I was getting annoyed. I heard Ryan shaking some sort of thick liquid in a bottle, and then I felt a cold liquid touch my scalp. Bleach. He was going to dye my hair red, like a fire truck.

I remember being a small child and playing with Mikey. We had many toy cars, like hot wheels. Mikey was always attached to a small fire truck, while I played with a variety of toys. We were unique that way. Special. 

I could hear the crinkling of the gloves that Ryan was wearing as he rubbed the bleach into my scalp. I was never too keen on bleaching my hair, at least I wasn't going to be blonde. I don't think that would suit me too much.

I felt a vibration go off in my pocket. Ryan grabbed my phone and looked at the message. "From Beatrice White: Blood test on Sunday, next week. 10:30am." Why the fuck did I need a blood test? I hate needles! God, thinking about them made me feel sick.

"She's your Psychiatrist, Gee. You have to go." Ryan said. "Therapist." I corrected. "She's not your Therapist, Gee. She's your Psychiatrist. I know, you don't like the word because it makes it sound like there's something wrong with you, Gee, but there's a difference." Ryan rambled on to me. "Same thing." I muttered.

The thing is, Ryan was completely right. You can't be friends with somebody for almost a decade and expect them to not be able to predict you. Ryan fucking Ross.

"You know, why are we even going to that stupid party? Why are you going?" I inter rogated. "Well," Ryan began "There's uh- a guy there, called Brendon. Brendon Urie." 

"Another hookup?" I asked. "Well, not really. I feel like there's something more there." Ryan said. I could feel the emotion in his voice. He really liked this Brendon dude. "I'm happy you've found somebody you like" I said, with a warm heart.

 I could tell Ryan was smiling, even though I'm blindfolded.. and letting a guy like Ryan cut my hair. Very bad idea.

"Okay, the bleach is fully on. We can leave it to sit." Ryan said as he took his gloves off. My scalp burned slightly, but I'm guessing that was normal.

 I've never actually bleached my hair before. I hoped Ryan knew what he was doing. I didn't want to end up with completely botched hair.

"Can I take this blindfold off yet?" I moaned. It was so weird not being able to see anything. Ryan was obviously used to it- I'm not too sure about this Brendon boy though.

"Hey Gee, uhm... Weird question." Ryan stuttered. He seemed kind of embarrassed by whatever he was about to ask. 

"What is it?" I asked him. I hope he wasn't telling us that we couldn't use his water. That would be horrible.

"Well, you have room in your fridge.. right?" Ryan asked. What the fuck did that have to do with anything? He has a fridge of his own.

"Yeah, why?" I interrogated. I was oddly confused by what he was asking me, and also kind of scared for some reason. I'm pretty sure he looked at me, his face was probably almost as red as the dye that he'd brought.

"Well, our fridge is kind of full of.. milk. Don't ask." Ryan rambled. Milk? Why would he need a bunch of milk? I'd honestly learned to stop asking questions at this point in all honesty. "Fine." I replied. 

"Lean your head over the bathtub so I can rinse the bleach out." Ryan said as he turned the water on. "Can I at least take my clothes off so they don't get ruined?" I asked. "Sure, whatever." Ryan replied.

 I took my shirt off and struggled to take my pants off, but eventually managed to. I leaned over the bathtub in my underwear as Ryan rinsed the bleach out. I was still blindfolded.

We heard the door to the apartment open as Ray walked towards the bathroom. "I want to watch you ruin his hair." Ray said as he moved a chair over the doorway. He was obviously amused by this.

"Also, why is Gee blindfolded?" Ray quizzed, obviously curious as to what the fuck Ryan had done to me. "Don't ask." Ryan replied as he started to dry off my what I assumed to be newly blonde hair.

"Hey Ray, hand me the red dye, could you?" Ryan asked as he has finished drying my hair. This was so stupid, why couldn't I just see my fucking hair? Ray passed the dye over to Ryan.

I could hear Ryan mixing the solution. It sounded thick as he shook the bottle. The same consistency as conditioner. I'm pretty sure Ryan had never actually dyed hair before.

"This is like Queer Eye, except it's just Ryan Ross." Ray joked as he sat back down on his stool. "You got the Queer bit right." Ryan answered as he put the cold solution towards the base of my scalp. 

Hair dye always feels very cold, even if it's a boiling hot day. It's weird. The bathroom was quiet, except for the occasional crinkling of the gloves Ryan was wearing.

I really hope nobody walks in here, because what they would see is me in my tight as fuck underwear, Ryan putting dye in my botched hair and Ray.. just being Ray.

"What do you think Ray, fully covered?" Ryan asked as I heard him take his gloves off and chuck them in the trash can next to the sink.

"Actually looks good." Ray said. "We need to leave it on for about 20 minutes, I think." Ryan informed me as he tossed the dye box in the trash can, on top of the red stained plastic gloves. 

I had gotten used to the blindfold by now. I knew that once my hair was washed and dry and washed, Ryan would take my blindfold off- I hope.

"Okay Gee, we're gonna pass the time watching T.V, I guess you can just listen." Ryan said as he guided me to his couch, making sure the towel was wrapped tightly around my neck so I didn't ruin his furniture. 

I planted my ass down on the couch and heard the T.V turn on. "Friends?" I asked as I heard the voices of Chandler and Joey. Friends is like the most White Hetero show on the planet.

"Here." Ryan said at he threw something at me. It hit me right in the face. Bag of chips. I opened it and began crunching down on them.

I heard the click of a camera and the sound of Ray and Ryan laughing. "You better not be taking a photo of me." I said as I ate my chips. 

I'm assuming they found the fact that I was blindfolded, in my underwear while sitting on the couch eating chips to be the funniest thing they have seen in weeks.

"Okay, up you get!" Ryan said as he began directing me to the bathroom. "Lean over the bathtub." He continued, once again turning the shower-head on.

I put my head under the stream of water. It was slightly colder than last time, giving me chills. Ryan ran his hand through my hair to help get the dye out. 

"Get the dryer ready, the waters nearing clear." Ryan said, trying to get the last of the dye out. I really hope this worked.

Ryan turned the shower off and I sat back on my chair as Ray began to dry my hair. He was much better at drying his hair than me, probably because he *actually* washes his hair, unlike me.

The heat of the dryer burned my scalp, but I just ignored it. The dye didn't smell like it usually does. It didn't smell at all. It usually does, I can't quite describe the scent though.

Once my hair was fully dry, Ryan looked at me. "You ready?" He asked as he took off my blindfold.

I looked in the mirror and was kind of surprised by what I saw. My hair was short, fluffy and red. It wasn't super fluffy though, kind of like waking up with a bad hair day, except it looked good. 

"Woah." I said, my eyes couldn't quite believe that Ryan hadn't completely killed my hair, although the bleach probably did some damage.

"I'm Glad you like it." Ryan said as he handed me my clothes, which surprisingly hadn't gotten soaked at all from the water.

Hey guys! Sorry this took like 2 days. I made sure I double checked everything. It's also longer than most of my chapters, too. Please comment and vote! I love you all <3