The Traitor and The Communist

Matt, The Beauty Product Whisperer.

Song-Campus By: Vampire weekend

Tord leans forward and spits into the sink, he brings his head up, continuing to brush his teeth. He runs his free hand through his hair, it was starting to turn back to its natural hair colour being a neutral brown.

Tom bursts through the bathroom door, sliding into the bathroom, quickly he drops onto his knees and the contents of his stomach are propelled into the toilet. His hands are firmly pressed on the sides of the toilet bowl. Tom groans and rests his head on the  base of the toilet tank barely above the bowl.

The tap squeaks as Tord turns it on, he grabs the glass resting upside down on the counter top of the sink. He fills it with water and holds it out to Tom.
"Here." Tord  leans down some so Tom can grab the glass easier. A gurgling noises emits from Tom as he rinses his mouth out with the clean water.
"Thanks." He croaks, before letting his head hit the toilet's tank again. "I'm," Tom's upper body lurched forward, nothing happened and Tom audibly swallowed, "I'm just, going to make coffee, and a greasy cure all."

Tord nodded as he grabbed hair gel and a hair brush off the counter top,
"You do that, if you need to hurl remember to aim for the sink." Tom flushed the toilet and nodded before hobbling out of the bathroom, most probably heading for the kitchen.

The door creaked close as Tord hit it with his foot. He brushes his hair, he sees the difference in colour and touches the roots. Tord sighs, he knows just who he'll have to ask for help.

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"Thanks Matt, again."

Matt picks up a package of hair dye and holds it up to a tuff of Tord's hair, now brushed and properly spiked, with an unwanted fade through colour as it peaked into some of the smaller spikes, leaving the main two untouched for now. The box advertised a colour a few shades darker then Tord's preferred honey colour. Matt hummed and picked up another box and compared the two.

"Don't mention it, I've dyed wigs lots of times. Can't be too different." Matt set one of the boxes back and walked farther into the isle, Tord followed him looking at the assortment of colours.
"I hope not." Tord whispered to himself, as Matt grabbed another box.
"This one look close?" Matt asked as he passed the box to Tord. He turned the box around in his hands before nodding and passing it back to Matt.

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Tord shifted on the toilet seat cover as Matt walked around him, putting dye in his hair. The plastic gloves crinkled as Matt moved his hands.
"Sense, I'm dying your hair anyways, wanna do barber talk?"

The towel around Tord's shoulders fell some and Matt fixed it, getting some dye on it in the process.
"Sure. Oh, I went to this awesome bar last night with a few friends." Matt hummed and nodded his head as he continued dying Tord's hair.
"I bet the tallest one was the most prettiest right? And he clearly had the best shirt in the whole bar."

"I'm not so sure," Tord teased, "pretty sure the waiter looked way better, the man knows how to pull off a spaghetti stain."

Matt playfully gasped and held his hand over his chest as if he were offended.
"Well I never!" He rubbed some of the dye into Tord's scalp.
"It's true." Tord shrugged as he made eye contact with Matt in the mirror.

"Oh really?" A sly smirk spread across Matt's face, "I thought you would've voted for Tom." Tord's face heated up, he blew a raspberry.
"Yeah? Why, why would you say that?" Tord puffed out his chest and had a firm tone of voice, even if it wavered some after he stuttered.

The bottle of dye was almost empty now.
"Oh, just because he was literally like putty in your lap last night." Matt teased, Tord's face darkened another shade of red.
"You, you guys left me to deal with him, alone!" Tord grumbled as he crossed his arms.

Matt wiped some of his own hair out of his face with his forearm.
"We knew you could handle him. It wasn't that bad was it?" Matt tossed the empty package and dye bottle in the bin, along with the permanently stained gloves.
"I guess not." Tord shrugged.
"Hey, at least you got to see him preform. Man he thinks he's some big time singer when he's plastered."

Tord laughed as Matt took off the towel from around his neck.
"Now you go back to Tom's and wait fifteen minutes then shower, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah I know mom." Tord teased,
"Be good at school!" Matt called as Tord left the apartment.

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"Ugh, how long is this going to be like this." Tord gestured to the small bit of dyed scalp at his hairline. Tom looked up at him from his spot on the couch.
"Probably only a few days, I haven't dyed my hair in a long time so I can't really say."

"You dyed your hair?" Tord stared at Tom as if the answer to his question could change the fate of the universe.
"Yeah, only for a bit in high school." Tom shrugged before looking back down at the magazine in his hands. Tord got onto his knees beside the couch and grabbed Tom's arm with both of his.
"What colours? Is there any photos? Did you look like an edgy teenager?"

Tom squinted at Tord,
"Dude chill, it was just for a few months."
"Months!" Tord said gobsmacked, "At least tell me the colour man. It's for the greater good."

Tord stared up at Tom, giving him a 'puppy dog eyes' stare. Tom hit him on the nose with a rolled up version of the magazine he had been reading.
"Quit that, it's creepy." Tom grumbled as he unfolded his magazine and flattened it.
"Please." Tord drawled. Tom groaned and ran his hand through his hair.

"Fine, fine. There shouldn't be any photos left of it, but I dyed my hair." Tom paused and sighed, "black and red." Tord stood up and practically bolted to the door.
"Where are you going?" Tom called,
"Edd's!" Tord shouted back already in the hall.

Tom nodded and went back to his magazine. His brain clicked as he realized why Tord went over there. He threw his magazine onto the couch and ran after Tord. Tom screamed at Tord as he ran,
"Tord! Get back here!"