The orphanage has always been Emily's home. Besides the few times she's been in a foster home, she's been there since she was two years old.
But it becomes a whole new adventure when Calum Hood comes into her life and offers to foster her. But one...
"Holy shit!" Michael gasps as we walk up to the restaurant the next day. Michael, Crystal, Calum, and I are having lunch together. Calum hopes that getting to know them in a smaller group would make me comfortable enough to be in a group eventually.
"It looks so good!" Crystal refers to the septum ring and hugs me before we sit down.
"Thanks." I whisper shyly.
"So what's it like having Calum as a dad?" Michael asks about 10 minutes later, our food bring placed on the table.
Foster dad.
I'm not getting attached.
He might not like me.
"It's pretty cool. I don't really have anyone to compare him to, but he seems like the least strict dad I've ever heard of." I laugh lightly.
"My mom would never have let me get a piercing before I was 18." Crystal laughs.
"Make sure you guys put your numbers in her phone before we leave." Calum reminds. They nod and ask for my phone.
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I do a little happy dance as I run to my dresser and find a plain white shirt that I haven't worn in months. I put it on and brush my hair out before grabbing my phone and deciding to finally download Instagram and Twitter.
I follow the guys, the twins, and the girls on everything. I immediately get a follow back from everyone but Michael, KayKay, and Calum. I don't know what KayKay is doing, but Calum is sleeping and Michael is driving, so that explains why they didn't follow back.
After about an hour, I hear the front door open and shut and I excitedly hop up and run downstairs, seeing Michael looking around for us.
"Hey." He laughs when he sees the excitement on my face. "Where's Cal?"
"Taking a nap. Where do you want to set up?" I ask. He shrugs.
"Kitchen's fine." I nod and grab his hand, pulling him into the kitchen.
"Guessing this is the first time you're dying your hair?" He laughs more. I nod my head rapidly. He shakes his head with one last chuckle before getting everything ready.
"Sit." He says, patting the chair in front of him. I look up from scrolling through my phone and jump up from the couch excitedly. I sit down in front of him.
After a few minutes I get bored and open my phone. I go to Instagram and see that 50 people have already followed me...
Weird.
I scroll to the Instagram story recording and hold record. I record Michael, who is concentrating on my hair, halfway done with it.
"Psst. Mike." I whisper, a smile creeping up onto my face. He slowly looks up and smiles at the camera.
Before I know what is happening, a glob of pink hair dye plops onto my nose. Michael and I gasp.
"Michael!" I whine playfully, standing up and letting go of the record button. I carelessly place my phone on the counter and grab a paper towel.
I wipe up most of it, but Mike just laughs and grabs it from me, wiping the rest up. I lightly push him away with a laugh once he's done. I grab my phone, resuming our previous positions. We watch the video back and laugh, posting it.
"Now we just wait an hour." He says removing his gloves. I laugh when I see his purple and pink stained hands.
"How the fuck did you stain your hands? You had gloves on?" I laugh harder as he stares, confused.
"We have extra dye left..." I acknowledge.
"And?" He asks suspiciously.
"Can I dye your hair?" I smile. His eyes widen.
"I haven't dyed my hair in like two years. They kept saying my hair was gonna fall out." He shakes his head.
"What? Who?" I ask, feeling sad that people would make fun of him.
"The fans." He states. My jaw drops.
"That's so fucking mean!" I pout. "Please." I drawl out. "Just one last time? I just wanna try to dye someone's hair."
"Fine." He sighs, sitting down. He hands me an extra pair of gloves and I get to work. Before long, we shush our laughs as we hear Calum's footsteps down the stairs.
"What the fuck is going on down here?" He asks curiously, eyeing Michael's and my pink and purple hair. He reaches into the fridge and grabs three water bottles, tossing one at Michael, who catches it.
"We're dying each other's hair." Michael explains.
Calum suddenly throws a water bottle in my direction, expecting me to catch it. Seeing as I'm horrible at catching things and my hands are covered with hair dye, I just watch it fall to the ground.
