"Try not to get it on stuff."

"My parents would kill us both if they found blonde dye in the bathroom."

Aiden, your friend you had made on the bus during your first day of school, chuckled as he stared at his phone and commented on the way you were working on dying his hair.

You could see the black hair on his roots, something he wanted blonde.

He asked you to dye his hair a few hours back and now you were sitting on a stool in his bathroom with the door shut.

You were wearing plastic gloves to avoid staining your hands with the hair dye.