We open our windows simultaneously. "Hey! You okay?" He said. "Yeah I'm find, I was sleeping. How was practice?"
"It was really good, lots of fun. Not sure if I'm prepared for tomorrow though." He said with a sad face.
"You'll do amazing, babe. Don't worry." I said back, in a comforting voice.
"So, you wanna uh, get over here?" I said.
"I thought you'd never ask." He got up and took his shirt off, as I watched he turned around and winked. He threw on a new shirt and was at my door in less than a minute. He rang the doorbell so I just yelled out the window, "Just come in!" The door opened and he came up to my room. He walked towards me, and hugged me. He picked me up and spun me around. "Michael!" He ignored me and pressed me up against the wall. He looked into my eyes and bit his lip. He started kissing me. Then he kissed my neck, leaving marks. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and we made out. He started slowing down and then backed away from me. "I love you so much." He said, almost out of breath. "I love you too." I hugged him and dragged him onto my bed. I cuddled up next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head as we drifted off to sleep.
We woke up at 10 in the morning and went downstairs for breakfast. My mom was sitting at the kitchen table. She turned around and saw Michael and gave us both a dirty look. "Uh, who is this? Why is he here?" She asked. You could tell she was angry.
"My boyfriend Michael. Nice to see you too, mom." I said.
"Uh, hey. I'm Michael Clifford. I live next door." He held out his hand for her to shake. She ignored the gesture and looked at Michael's messy green hair with disgust. I wouldn't put up with this. I grabbed his hand and stormed out the door, "Let's go." He looked really upset. We went over to his house and sat in his backyard drinking tea that he had just made.
"Do you think my hair is stupid?" He asked me, you could tell he was upset from his voice. I moved my chair closer to his, "Of course not. I love your hair." He smiled a fake smile. "Will you help me dye it?" He asked. "If you really want to, of course I will..even though I love it green." We finished our tea and went inside to get changed. I didn't want to go back into my house again and see my mom, so I borrowed Michael's clothes. I wore a Green Day t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants that were too small on him, but still too big on him. I still had on my slippers. Michael tried to be cute by wearing a Green Day shirt too. He walked out of the room and I just shook my head. "What?! It's cute!" He said. He was cute. We walked out of the house and started walking to the supermarket. We got a box of chocolate Pop-Tarts, and a box of Lucky Charms. We got to the hair dye isle and tried to pick a color. "Red?" He asked. "No. Too bright." "How about purple?" He held a box of light purple die. "Hm, okay. We can try that." His face lit up. He whispered, "Yes!" To himself. I laughed. We paid for our stuff and walked to Michael's house. He made two bowls of cereal and took three pop-tarts for himself. One for me. He always ate a lot more than me. We sat down at the table to eat. He pretty much shoved it down his throat. By the time he was finished, I wasn't even close. "Hurry up, I really wanna dye it now!" He said excitedly. "Fine!" I took a bite of my pop-tart and stood up. "Let's do it." We went to his bathroom and started to bleach his hair. 30 minutes later his hair was white. "Maybe I should leave it like this," he said, admiring his hair in the mirror. "Too late," I said as I brushed the purple dye onto his hair. He slumped down in his seat as I painted his hair purple with dye. It only took ten minutes, but then we had to let it sit. When it was ready, I rinsed his head off over the sink, and dried it. He looked in the mirror, and he smiled from ear to ear. "I love this!" He hugged me really tightly and I smiled, "I love it, too."
I went home to get ready for the bands gig. I wore black skinny jeans, black vans, and a Sex Pistols t-shirt. I walked out the door and waited outside for him.
He walked out wearing a flannel. It was buttoned up and the sleeves were cut off. He wore black skinny jeans and black combat boots, and carried a black and white guitar.