you and samuel were neighbours, and were also close. very close. too close, if that was even possible.

since you were neighbours, samuel would regularly sneak out of his house to get away from his dysfunctional family. his mother gone, his father abusive, him and his brother getting bullied by their own father, he wanted to get away from that. no, scratch that; he needed to get away, to get some peace and quiet to calm down and not go bonkers.

you were the peace to his quiet, the one who managed to calm him down at all times, the one he could trust with his entire life. sure, you two did stupid stuff.. like.. all the time, but who cares when he doesn't have to spend time with someone who he's entirely sure hated him since his birth, and you get to hang out with your favourite person and comfort him, suggesting random stuff to do.

random/stupid stuff, as in right now, when you decided to cut your hair and dye it in the middle of the night when your parents left you alone.

"damn," samuel huffed out a small laugh, looking at your hair. it ended up looking cool - in his opinion, that is -, but you were bored of your current hair colour. you fished out your mom's hair dye, a scarlet colour. she wouldn't mind, would she? she wasn't home, anyways - you could buy her a new box of hair dye before she arrived from her trip with your dad.

besides, the red colour suited you a lot more than it did your mom. but now you weren't sure what would look better. stripes? split dye - one side a cherry colour, the other your current hair colour? balayage? random design? whatever you'd choose, you knew that samuel would watch you be your own hairdresser, maybe clean up your face after you accidentaly smear dye on yourself. but you were both sure this would end up messy. and not to mention washing off the dye - it'd look like a crime scene.