The two of you scurried around his dorm, frantically looking through every possible drawer for another tub of hair dye. Your boyfriend had asked you to come over to help him dye his hair. An important detail you’d overlooked was the actual hair dye. Now halfway through his head, you’d run out. One side of his hair was more of a maroon shade with black roots. And the other a bright red patchy mess.

Well shit.