"I'm nervous." Ethan laughed after setting up the camera, lighting, and the computer and Y/N furrowed her brows, placing the blindfold around Ethan's head.
"What are you nervous about? I know what I'm doing." Y/N said as she pulled a sly face, clearly showing she really had no idea what she was doing. His hair was already bleached platinum blonde and Y/N mixed the dyes. She began to separate his hair into strips, dying each one either pastel pink, green, yellow or blue and leaving his roots brown but blending it out. She separated each one with a piece of foil.
                              When Y/N wrapped his hair in the cling film and his hair just looked like tinfoil, not showing the dye, Y/N she put the monitor on standby that showed the film, but the camera was still filming. "Just try not to look in between the tinfoil or I'll punch you." Y/N laughs and Ethan looked at her. "But that dist- disd- disctiminatition." Ethan said as he struggled to speak. 
"It's what baby? Can you speak?" She joked and Ethan blew raspberries with his tongue like a child. 
"Yes I can speak thanks. It's- whatever I tried to say."
                              They kept the film on so they could just edit the best parts together. "So you can't because you tried and failed miserably?" Y/N asked and Ethan pouted. "Do you want a drink or anything to eat?"
"What're you making? I wanna come make it with you."
"I don't know yet. I might make some pasta."
"Yes. Let's go!" Ethan cheered and grabbed Y/N's hand, walking to the kitchen and putting some pasta in the pot. Y/N began to cook the mince and make the bolognese. The two of them put some music on while dancing around and making the food. 
                              When it was done they went back upstairs and said that they were gonna wash it off, and Ethan set the tripod up in the bathroom. 
"Right then, take off your shirt and bend over the bath." Y/N said and Ethan went wide eyed, looking at her with a look of horror and shock on his face. 
"Do- do what?" He laughed nervously.
"Do you want your hair washing or not?" Y/N questioned sternly and Ethan let out a deep sigh of relief. "Bend over."
"Oh right. You uh- you had me a little worried there." he chuckled.
                              When Ethan was waiting for the shower to get to the right temperature, the doorbell rang so Y/N picked up her phone to see who was there. "Oh hey Mark, what're you doing here?"
"Me and Ethan were meant to be doing a video, didn't he tell you?"
"Nope. We're literally just doing his hair now, the door should be open so just make your way up to the bathroom." Y/N said and locked her phone, sitting on the side of the bath and washing his hair with the cold water.
                              "It's COLD!" Ethan screamed and kicked his feet like a child. "WHY IS IT COLD?"
"Because if you wash it with warm, the colour won't stay in. You should know that from when you did blue." Mark said as he walked in and waved in front of the camera. "Hey guys."
"But because it was blue I just thought it like, was a bad hair dye."
"Not the product, just the user."
"What colour did you do it?" Ethan asked and Y/N patted his back slowly. 
"You'll see them when it's done."
"Them? How many damn colours did you do?"
                              Y/N offered Mark a drink while Ethan changed his shirt and dried his hair with the towel, then the couple went to finish the video while Mark stood behind the camera. There were some bloopers at the end of the video of Y/N, Ethan and Mark, and then Ethan sent it off to his editor. "It looks sick I actually love it." Ethan said like an excited child and hugged Y/N, kissing her before the two of them walked over to have a chat with Mark before starting on Mark and Ethan's video, Y/N behind the scenes.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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