Pic of Luke and Alicia is supposed to be what the pic Michael takes later on is supposed to sort of resemble and the picture of the couple is the one Malia took.
I stood there in the cosmetics isle holding Malia’s hand as she scanned the hair dye, “do you want temporary or permanent?” I asked.
“Permanent,” she answered, not looking at me.
“Your best option is probably this one,” I said and grabbed the box before handing it to her.
She smiled at me before pecking my lips, “what would I do without you?”
“Probably accidentally dye your hair green,” I chuckled.
“Most likely,” she said then started navigating us through the isles again.
“What are you looking for now?” I asked in amusement.
“Lollies,” she smiled then took us down that isle too.
We ended up with a packet of sour straps and some sour worms before we walked up to the counter. When we got home she got one of mum’s old towels she sed to use to dye her hair then changed her clothes. I sat her in the kitchen and we started eating the lollies as I dyed her hair. When both my gloves were dirty she had to feed them to me.
“You’re good at this,” she told me after a while.
“I’ve done it a million times,” I told her and we both laughed.
“I like your hair red. It’s probably my favourite. Or black,” she admitted.
“Thanks”
After letting the dye sit for the time on the packet Malia went to shower. As she did so I sat on the couch and watched Family Guy. It was getting kind of cold in the air con so I decided to go to my room and grab my black hoodie. It was been the perfect weather for shorts and a top but I didn’t feel like turning the aircon down.
I suddenly felt a pair of hands cover my eyes and I just laughed, “I can’t see you anyway”
“I know,” she giggled then removed her hands.
I got up and turned around to look at her. Let me just say…wow. Brown hair really suited her.
“You look amazing,” I smiled and saw her blush.
“Really? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” she asked then bit her lip.
“I promise you that you look fantastic,” I said, cupping her face in my hands.
I want to take a picture with you,” she said and I smiled. We stood in front of my bedroom mirror and I watched as Malia took the picture, “let’s keep them guessing”
I kissed her temple and saw she took another photo. She twisted and connected her lips to mine but I heard the sound iPhone’s make when you take photos.
“You’re cheeky,” I told her and she shrugged.
“You want to take some on your phone now?”
We spent the next ten minutes taking pictures. No we are not ashamed. After our selfie session we migrated back to the couch and sat on our phones as Family Guy continued to play. I was scrolling down my Twitter when I saw Malia had posted one of the pictures.
Malia Hemmings @MaladjustedMalia
I did a thing to my hair with someone special. Guess who.
I looked over at Malia and rolled my eyes as she was already looking at me with a cheeky smile, “they’ll probably guess,” I told her.
“I know but they won’t know until we announce it so they’ll have to suffer,” she said then laughed evil.
“That was unattractive,” I told her.
“I know,” she giggled.
I leant in and placed a kiss to her neck, “that was”
“Pretty much everything I do is attractive to you,” she reminded me.
“I know,” I said then kissed her neck again.
“Do you prefer me brunet or blonde?” she asked and played with my hair.
“Brunet,” I answered then started kissing her jaw.
“Really?” she and then I pulled back at her. “What?”
“I’m trying to have a moment with you but you keep talking,” I said then she smiled.
“Sorry,” she said then kissed me.
After a while of making out I laid back on the couch and Malia cuddled on top of me. I pulled out my phone and as I kissed Malia’s nose I took a picture. Mal giggled before she watched me open up Twitter.
Michael Clifford @Michael5SOS
Finally found the twinkle to my stars.
“You’re too cute,” she said then kissed my cheek.
“I try,” I chuckled and she rolled her eyes playfully.
“You don’t even need to try. You just are,” I laughed at her and nuzzled my face into her hair.
“We’ve started a shit storm,” she said after a while as she scrolled down her feed.
“I know but they won’t know it’s you until we announce it so they’ll have to suffer,” I smirked and she laughed loudly.
“Very clever Mr. Clifford,” she said then rested her head back on my chest. “I forgot to tell you that you look very nice today”
“Thanks. So do you”
“It’s ‘cause of my new hair,” she said sassily.
“I always think you look beautiful. Even when you’ve only just woken up,” I admitted as I played with some of her hair.
“Stop it,” she told me.
“Stop what?”
“Being so perfect. I can’t handle it,” she whined.
“Are you embarrassed?” I asked, noticing she was blushing.
“Yes,” she pouted then hid her face in y chest.
“That’s so cute,” I cooed and she hit me lightly.
“Stop being mean,” she whined.
“How am I being mean?” I laughed.
“You’re making fun of me,” she squealed.
“I’m not,” I told her.
“Yes you are,” she said, looking up at me with a pout.
I leaned down and pecked her lips but she continued to pout at me, “what?”
“You’re mean,” she told me.
“I know. I know. I’m sorry,” I said and pouted slightly.
“Apology accepted,” she smiled then kissed me.
“I love you”
“I love you too”
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