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“My parents are going to be so upset if I do this…” Chill looks at himself in the bathroom mirror. Grill’s behind him, back against the wall. In a typical emo boy mood, “well they’re just going to deal with it!”
Chill slides down to the tile floor, lifting the box on the ground. A box of red hair dye they bought after walking home from school. “I know my mom will yell at me for damaging my hair, or whatever.” He places the box back down, looking up at Grill.
“You can regrow it, can’t ya’?” Grill meets him on the floor, taking the box and tearing it open with a nearby pair of scissors. He grins.
Chill places a nice towel on the edge of the bath. Hanging his head over it.
Grill unpacks the rest of the dye kit, “I’m going to try to follow the instructions as close as possible, but… I’ve never been the best reader, so…” he huddles behind Chill, bringing the brush dipped in the dye to his hair. The gold, wavy, blonde hair became covered with the red coat. The cold dye brushed on the hair, spilling onto Chill’s neck.
Grill continues to paint Chill’s hair. Trying his best to not get it on the surrounding surfaces. It was a little moment of silence between them. Unusual within the teenage environment. Within time, they turned on the shower and rinsed the excess dye.
“I never thought you’d pick red.” Grill hands him a towel. “Well you chose blue so-“
“Because blue is a manly color!” Grill admits. “And I want to be as boy-like as I can be…”
“Why do you feel like a boy? I know you explained when you first told me…” Chill questions, never understanding the answer. “Well… I, I really just…” Grill fails to make reasoning.
“Maybe because I was born a guy, I don’t understand you too well…”
“Look Chill, I… envy you, is a way to put it. I’ve always just wanted to be in a body like that, or any dudes body!” Grill wasn’t sure if his explanation made it across. He sighs. “I need a new hair cut.” He picks up the pair of scissors, tossing it to Chill.
Chill brings a side of the blade to Grill’s hair, bringing the other side down to snip it off. He continuously does so, “ack, dude I’m sorry! I don’t know how to cut hair!” Grill looks at the mirror in front of him, “you idiot you completely messed it up!!” He snaps and tears the scissors out of Chill’s hands, who jolts back. “Here… I’ll do the rest myself!” He adds adjustments to the mess of hair, making it even arguable worse than it was before. Clumps of hair fall to the floor, slippery on the tile.
Grills hair ended up as a mess, but it’s inevitable. “Hair dye?” Chill starts unpacking the box on the counter.
Grill sits in the same place Chill rested earlier. Looking over into the tub. Chill’s behind him, holding the brush of blue dye.
As he glazes his hair, Grill speaks up. “I’m… sorry for doing that earlier…” he growls in a quiet voice. “No no… I messed up…” he apologies. Grill didn’t have anything else to spit out.
Before long the hair was overturned with blue. He washes out the rest, and dries it out.
The bathroom is a complete mess, mixes of purples stain the porcelain and tiles. Unthrown away trash scatters across the floor. Towels damp with water and forever stained by the dye. Hands looked like a kids finger painting.
Both of their hairs still damp, Grill brings up a question, “do I look manly?” He flexes his non-existent muscles, like a Disney prince.
Chill gazes longingly. “Yeah, I think so!” He finally admits. Grill smirks, accomplished by this. “And Grill,” Chill starts, “I may not understand it the best, but I’d kiss a guy too.” He chuckles.
“Would you really..?” Grill inches closer to him. “Do you really see me as a guy..?” He comes face to face with Chill.
Chill smirks, eyeing his face. “I really wouldn’t mind.” Grill fixes his posture, opening his mouth but doesn’t form a word. Chill takes this opportunity, placing his lips onto his. Smooshing them together in the awkwardness of teenagers. Grill is taken aback for a moment. Feeling the lips that touched Chill’s.
“You kissed me…” he whispered. He flustily smiled.
“I’ve known you for what? Since we were 6? Honestly, I've always kinda wanted to do that..”
“Even if it was… gay?” Grill was embarrassed by this fact. “I don’t care if I kissed you as a boy or a girl, I like you.”
Grill looks up at Chill. Unsure about this relationship, if it was platonic, or maybe this marked the start of a relationship. Either way he smiled.
“Well speaking of lips,” Grill starts to stand, “we need to get our lips pierced too!”
“Oh that’s right,” Chill follows up with him. “Do you have a needle?”
“My mom should have one in her sewing box… and we need ice cubes!”
“I really don’t think my mom would be happy about this whole day…”