You hardly paid attention as you heard the front door swing open. Josh had mumbled something about going to the store half an hour or so ago, but you had been so caught up in the story that you were writing that you had hardly noticed when he left.
It was the slam on the table that finally drew your attention away from your computer. You looked up to see a box of bright yellow hair dye on the table in front of you, and a very proud looking Josh standing behind you.
“What do you think?” he asked, a wide smile plastered on his face.
You picked up the box and examined it a bit closer, taking a few glances between it and Josh.
“I think it will suit you,” you smiled.
“Will you help me?” he asked, immediately using his puppy dog eyes.
His smile grew even wider.
“Just let me finish up this paragraph, I’m on a roll.”
“I’ll start getting stuff ready while you do that.”
You continued to write as Josh wandered around the kitchen, opening various packages and mixing dyes. It was hardly anything more than background noise, you were too absorbed in the story to really process what was going on.
“Done,” you said proudly, shutting your laptop and sliding it down the table out of harm’s way.
“Perfect timing,” Josh smiled, setting the dye on the table in front of you.
“No, no, no, we are not dying your hair over the wood floors.”
Josh rolled his eyes, “I’ll grab a sheet.”
You pulled a chair out so that Josh would be able to sit while you dyed his hair. He returned a moment later, carrying a sheet over his shoulder. You helped him set it up so that you wouldn't get dye on the floor.
“Are you sure it’s going to look ok?” Josh asked, picking up the hair dye and looking it over.
“It’s going to look fantastic,” you reassured him as you gave him a kiss on the cheek.
He sat down and you wraped a towel around his shoulders, once again patting him on the shoulder. He turned and looked up at you.
“Don’t fuck it up.”
“I’ll try not to,” you sighed, rolling your eyes with a smile.
You grabbed the hair dye and began to apply it to his pink strands of hair. They had grown out significantly since you had last been in this same position, dying his hair from bright red to a light pink.
“You know, as cool as yellow is going to look, I think I might miss the pink.”
“Really? Me too.”
“Why did you decide to change it then?”
“Something new. Plus the Grammys are coming up and I wanted to be able to stand out.”
“Makes sense. You have to make sure all the fans can see you in the crowd, right?”
“And when we’re on stage accepting a Grammy.”
“Although I don’t think that’s what people will be paying attention to.”
Josh then pulled out his phone and opened Twitter, quickly typing out a tweet about his changing hair color and urging his followers to guess. Seconds later, replies were flooding in with colors ranging from magenta to turquoise.
“You know, some of the fans have some really good hair color ideas.”
“What if we just made your hair into a rainbow?” you giggled.
“Can we?” he asked eagerly, turning to look at you.
“Careful! Or I’m going to get hair dye where it isn’t supposed to be,” you groaned.
He turned back around in defeat, but the quiet doesn’t last long.
“I have an idea,” he said happily, and you could practically see the bright smile on his face. “What if you paint your nails bright yellow for the Grammys to match my hair?”
“Now that’s an idea I can get behind. I can get them professionally done and everything.”
“That’s going to look so cool.”
“Alright, I think I’m done. How long does it have to sit?”
“Half an hour.”
“You want to watch some TV?”
Josh took the towel off of his shoulders and walked over to the couch. You grabbed the remote and sat down on the couch next to Josh, leaning yourself against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you as you turned on Netflix.
“You better not get any dye on the couch,” you warned him.
“If I do, it’s only because you didn’t wrap it right,” he retorted.
“Are you kidding? Of course I wrapped it right, you just are too crazy to keep it in place.”
“Yeah, yeah. You love me.”
He squeezed your arm and you both went quiet as the show started.
Half an hour later, Josh was back in the chair while you were carefully unwrapping pieces of tinfoil from his hair. The color was almost blinding, but you knew it would die down once the excess was rinsed out.
“How does it look?”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No, I think you’ll like it. Come on, let’s get you to a sink.”
You guided him over to the sink and began to rinse the dye out of his hair.
“You should rinse dye out of my hair more often.”
“It feels that good?”
You grabbed a towel and put it over his head so that he wouldn’t drip water everywhere.
“Do you want to dry your own hair or should I?”
“Can you?” he asked, his voice muffled under the towel.
You rubbed the towel all over his head to dry off his hair.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” you asked, pausing for a second.
You kept rubbing the towel all over his head until his hair was mostly dry. He popped his head up and smiled at you.
“Do we need to blow dry it too?” you raised your eyebrows.
“Can we?” he smiled widely.
“Come on,” you said, grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs.
You lead him into the bathroom and grabbed your hair dryer from under the counter. He looked himself over in the mirror, studying every angle.
“I could use a haircut.”
“That I can’t help you with.”
“I like the color though, it really stands out.”
“Well, we’ll see how much you like it once it’s actually dry.”
You plugged your hairdryer in and had him get down on his knees so that you could actually reach his head. He smiled happily as you continued to run your hands through his hair as you dried it. A few minutes later, his hair was totally dry. He stood up and began to run his own hands through it, a big smile on his face.
“I love it.”
You stood next to him and leaned your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his side.
“You were right, it does suit me.”
You reached up and grabbed a strand of his hair, twisting it around your finger.
“You look really good, love.”
“All thanks to you.”
He bended down and planted a kiss on your lips.
“It’s going to be a hard color to match on my nails…and to my dress.”
“I know what I said, trust me, I’m not going back on it.”
“Good. I have to make sure the world knows you’re mine,” he smiled.
You smiled and hugged him a little tighter, you wouldn’t trade him for anyone else in the world.