Michael:
"(Y/n)!" Michael called from the bathroom.
"Yeah?" You yelled back from the living room.
"Can you help me for a minute?"
"Yeah, hold on." You got up off the couch and made your way to the bathroom.
Once you reached your boyfriend, you saw three different colored hair dyes laying on the sink counter.
"Which color should I pick?" He asked.
"Hmmm..." You said, tapping your chin with your index finger. You imagined each color on Michael, and unconsciously began running your fingers through his hair while in deep thought.
"(Y/n)?" He interrupted your thoughts after a few minutes of silence.
"Hm? Oh, right." You said snapping out of your trance. "I like the red." You smiled.
"Red it is." He smiled back.
After a half an hour of Michael struggling to keep the dye on his head and not all over the sink, he finally finished.
"What do do think?" He said walking into the living room where you had sat yourself down again.
"Oh, I love it!" You said encouragingly, your fingers finding your way into his hair once again.
Luke:
"Hey, I wanna do your hair." You said as you plopped yourself down on the couch next to Luke.
"What? No." He answered, keeping his eyes glued on his phone.
"Yes! Please let me!" You said, giving him the puppy dog eyes. He looked up at you, but quickly returned his gaze to his phone, knowing he couldn't resist your face.
"Lukey. Pweeeeeaaaase?" You grabbed his face and made him look at you.
"Fine." He scoffed. You squealed with excitement as you ran to the bathroom to grab your supplies.
"I don't want bows or anything in my hair!"
"Of course not!"
After struggling to blow-dry and brush his hair into a perfect quiff, you finally were satisfied with the results. You stood in front of him and looked at your creation. After you tried to contain your giggles, Luke got up and ran into the bathroom.
"Oh my god, (y/n)! Why is it so tall?!" He screamed. "And crunchy?!" He added after trying to pat it down.
You just laughed from where you were sitting, knowing this was never going to happen again.
