We're Just Friends...

Chapter 3

~Conversation Over Dying Hair~

"Will you hold still!" I exclaimed as I tried to plaster the hair dye over his almost white hair.

"Not when you're ripping out my hair!"

I chuckled, "I'm not ripping it out, stupid! Do you want to look like a skunk with one stripe of whatever color this is down your head?"

In the mitts of our bickering, Ashton formed in the door way. Michael suddenly went silent when Ashton whispered in my ear,

"Can we talk?"

I laughed, "The same talk we had earlier?"

I saw his dimples when he smiled, "Maybe..."

"Not now, I'm a kinda busy."

Michael shifted in his seat before saying through gritted teeth,

"Yeah, Ashton, I don't want her fucking up my hair."

You could cut the tension with a knife, and it was worrying me. Michael and Ashton were always so calm and laid back, now, it was like they could pounce on each other at any second.

"Okay, I can just ask you now, do you wanna hang out tomorrow night?"

I smirked, "As long as I can wear a Panic! at the Disco shirt, sure."

Ashton left with a smile on his face, and I shut the door behind him so I could have more space in the tiny bathroom.

"What's up with you two lately?" I asked as I poured more hair dye into my hand.

"What?"

"C'mon, Mikey. Don't play dumb, what's up with you and Ash?"

"I have no clue what you're talking about, Vi."

I rolled my eyes, "Fine, don't tell me. But I'll get it out of you eventually,"

"Yeah, yeah. Just keep ripping out my hair."

I pulled out a piece of his hair, making him yelp,

"What color dye is this anyway?"

"You're second favorite," he smirked.

"Yay! Green Michael is back! I'm going to be honest, the white was just not your color."

"Hey! I liked white!"

"Well I didn't, and you know that I am the most important thing in your life." I joked as I finished his hair.

"There, all done."

He immediately rose off of the stood and looked down at me, his eyes twinkling, making me nervous.

"35 minutes..." I trailed off.

He leaned closer to me, I could smell the strong hair dye and another sweet scent that I couldn't describe.

"So...you and Ashton, huh?" He asked.

"Um, I don't know..."

He leaned in close to my ear, to wear his lips were almost touching my ear,

"Be careful, Vi. That's all I'm saying."

He pushed past me and out into the living room, leaving me with nothing but questions, and a small droplet of his hair dye on the tip of my ear.