Hannah and Michael were just leaving the small pizzeria where they had had lunch. Hannah hadn't brought any money so Michael was a gentleman and payed for it although Hannah insisted that she was fine. They hadn't been there for that long, they had just eaten and left. Now they didn't know where they were heading but their legs kept walking.
"I don't think you end up in heaven or hell but I don't think life just ends. There has to be something that comes after you die. Maybe you're born into a new body or you become a ghost lurking around. That would be so much fun, being a ghost. Just walking around messing with people all the time. I would love that," Michael said and chuckled. He smiled and put his hand in his pocket. They had been talking about how life works and what happens after for the past ten minutes.
"Yeah, I would too. I've always wanted to end up as a ghost," Hannah answered simply. They were walking down a small street with cute little shops on both sides. Even though Hannah had lived in this city her whole life, this particular street was new to her. There was no other people there and the shops looked empty. Hannah looked around a little and saw a hair salon across the street. Michael saw where she was looking and Hannah smiled at him.
"I've got an idea."
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"Wow. It looks so good! It makes me want to dye my hair black again," Michael said as Hannah paid the cashier.
"You've had black hair? When?" Hannah said and looked at Michael while she waited for the change.
"I don't know, like a year and a half ago? I can't really remember."
They left the salon and went out in the warm spring weather.
"I can imagine that you looked really good in black hair. I like you in red though," Hannah said casually and ran a hand through her newly dyed hair. "I can't believe I actually dyed it. I mean, the bottom half of my hair was already black but now my whole hair is. It feels so weird."
"You look really good in it though. Better than I thought," Michael said, scanning Hannah's hair.
"You didn't think it was gonna look good?" Hannah joked and playfully put a hand on her chest, seeming hurt. Michael laughed and smoothly put an arm around Hannah which made her nervous. It was a warm sunny day, it's not to keep her warm so what reason did he have?
"I knew you'd look great," he said as they kept walking. "When did you have to be home?"
"Around five I think. I need to help out with dinner and dad was making some kind of spectacular thing that I've never heard of before." Hannah picked her phone up from her pocket and looked at the time. 04.48 pm.
"Fuck, I've got twelve minutes to get home. Where even are we?"
Michael just shrugged and they began searching around for a place they knew. It took them a while but they made their way back to the pizzeria and from there they went the same way back to Hannah's house. They had gone a lot longer than they thought they did. Now they were saying goodbye at Hannah's driveway.
"I had a great time today. Thanks for stalking me and finding my house," Hannah said and leaned against her parked car.
"Well, it was my pleasure. By the way, I didn't really stalk you, I just asked Kira where you lived," Michael chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.
"Okay then, stalker. I should get inside, see you monday?" Hannah said as she got ready to go inside her house.
"Yeah."
Hannah began to walk toward the door but Michael spoke again.
"I don't get a goodbye hug? Rude." He smirked with his whole face as Hannah turned around. She walked toward him and wrapped her arms around his torso and felt his arms around her. He rested his head on top of hers since he was so much taller than her.
They stood there, just hugging for about two minutes and Hannah never wanted to let go. It just felt really good to have his arms around her shoulders and bury her face in his chest. Eventually they let go of each other and Hannah walked into her house.
She missed Michael already and she was scared how attached she had gotten to him. They had just known each other for about a week or so and they were already really good friends and Hannah's crush on him was getting bigger. Michael had even said he liked her and that he liked kissing her. Hannah felt like it all was moving too fast even though nothing had really happened between them yet. She didn't know what to expect from Michael either.
She walked into the kitchen to say hello to her family and see what she could do to help with dinner.
"Hi, dad, do you need any help?"
"Yeah, you ca-," he stopped when he looked up on her. "What have you done to your hair?! Hannah, why would you do that? Your hair was black enough!" Her father yelled at her when he saw her hair. Hannah rolled her eyes at her dad.
"I actually really like it and it's my life so," her dad interrupted her before she could finish her sentence.
"But you're not 18 yet so you have to get our permission to do something like this! I don't understand why you needed to dye the rest of your hair too, I mean, wasn't half the hair enough?!" Her dad kept yelling at her and he seemed to have forgotten all about the strange meet burning in the pan.
Hannah was starting to get really frustrated with her dad. Why should he decide what she does to her hair?
"Why do you get to decide what hair color I have or the way I look in general?! It's my life, my hair, mine! I don't get why you can't just accept what I want!"
"I want you to be yourself, Hannah, but I don't want you to do something that you will regret or something that will make you look bad in front of important people."
"Oh, so a different hair color will affect the way other people see me? Now you're telling me that looks matter which is the opposite of what you've been telling me my whole life! You're basically saying one thing but meaning another, make up your fucking mind!" Hannah yelled and stormed out of the kitchen and to her room. She slammed her door shut and groaned loudly. She didn't understand where her dad was coming from. What was the big deal about her dying her hair? He even said he wanted her to be herself but he didn't let her look the way she did? It was too much mixed signals.
"Hey," Ashton's voice came up behind Hannah. "What was all that yelling about?" He walked over to where Hannah was standing in the middle of the room and looked at her with concern.
"Dad got mad at me for dying my hair without his and mom's permission and now I'm fucking angry," Hannah said and ran a hand through her hair.
"Oh, it looks really good." Ashton looked at Hannah's hair before looking at her face again. He seemed to really like it judging by the tone in his voice. "But why would he get so mad about it?"
"I don't know," Hannah shrugged. She looked up at her brother and sighed deeply. She was exhausted from the fight with her father.
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Hannah was up late yet again. It was almost 1 am and she was laying on the floor in the mittle of her room, thinking. Everybody always tells you to be yourself but that's not what they want. When you do something you want to people don't react positive to it unless it's positive in their eyes. They don't want you to be yourself. They want you to be like they were when they were growing up.
Hannah couldn't wait to turn 18 and don't have to worry about her parents getting mad or telling her what to do.
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Ok i feel like this is really long but i bet its shorter than all the others.Anyway this chapter is building up to some really good stuff so stAY TUNED
And IM SORRY FOR ALL THE DIALOGUE I JUST CANT WRITE JUST TEXT LIKE I CANT OK bye
Idek if the title to this story even fits the story but im just gonna go with it
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Fanfiction"You know how people always tell you to be yourself and follow your dreams and all of that?" "Yeah." "Well, I don't think they really want you to."
