Alex smiles at Zack through the mirror. "You'll look fine, dude. Quit fidgeting. You're like a fucking squirrel or something."
Zack tries to smile back, but can't. He's a little nervous. Alex hasn't ever dyed anybody's hair before. It's an experiment. A trial-run thing. Why he chose Zack to try it out on, he's not so sure.
Alex mumbles, "Like a hot . . . popsicle."
Finally, Zack snorts. "Isn't that, like all kinds of contradictory?"
"You used a big word," Alex says, distracted, running his fingers through Zack's hair. It feels good, like a massage. "And no," Alex continues. "It's not contradictory. Popsicles can be hot, dude. Like . . . When you suck on it."
Zack lets that sink in and he covers his face, smiling.
Alex laughs, his forehead on Zack's shoulder, shifting the material of the wife beater. And it's all Zack can do to not nuzzle into it.
"I can't believe I'm letting you dye my hair." Zack looks at Alex through the mirror. "Purple." He sighs, kicking the counter. "You're so retarded, Alex."
"Yeah, but it'll be so punk-rock." Alex's hands still. "Besides, Zack. You're the only one who believed I wasn't gonna like, shave your hair off. I mean, I locked the door and everything." Alex laughs, almost.
"I trust you, dude."
Alex smiles a little weak at the mirror. "Hoping you would."
Zack tries to smile back, but can't. He's a little nervous. Alex hasn't ever dyed anybody's hair before. It's an experiment. A trial-run thing. Why he chose Zack to try it out on, he's not so sure.
Alex mumbles, "Like a hot . . . popsicle."
Finally, Zack snorts. "Isn't that, like all kinds of contradictory?"
"You used a big word," Alex says, distracted, running his fingers through Zack's hair. It feels good, like a massage. "And no," Alex continues. "It's not contradictory. Popsicles can be hot, dude. Like . . . When you suck on it."
Zack lets that sink in and he covers his face, smiling.
Alex laughs, his forehead on Zack's shoulder, shifting the material of the wife beater. And it's all Zack can do to not nuzzle into it.
"I can't believe I'm letting you dye my hair." Zack looks at Alex through the mirror. "Purple." He sighs, kicking the counter. "You're so retarded, Alex."
"Yeah, but it'll be so punk-rock." Alex's hands still. "Besides, Zack. You're the only one who believed I wasn't gonna like, shave your hair off. I mean, I locked the door and everything." Alex laughs, almost.
"I trust you, dude."
Alex smiles a little weak at the mirror. "Hoping you would."
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