“are you sure you know what you’re doing?” you ask nervously as you sit in her bathroom infront of the mirror, looking at chloe through it. a huge grin was plastered on her face as she held up some hair dye.

“duh! i dyed my hair and it turned out awesome.” she says smugly. you let out a quiet, sarcastic sure which led to you getting a light smack round your head.

“come on! have some faith in me, would ya?” she asks with a hopeful smile, looking at you through the mirror, hands on your shoulders.