samuel auclair is your best friend. he moved into the apartment right next to yours a few years ago, and you’ve been inseperable ever since. and… you suspect he MIGHT have a little bit of a crush on you. sometimes when you’re at his place, or helping him dye his hair, or playing diablo 3 with each other, you’ll hear him go on mini rants in haitian creole. he’ll always say he’s just telling his mom about something (while she’s completely across the room, so that’s very unlikely), but he’s actually just telling you how much he likes you without actually telling you because he’s too shy. it’s like he’s wall-e and you’re eve.

so, today, just wanting to hang out a little bit after a tiring day at school, you go over to his place. the bathroom door is locked. there are little dapples of red seeping out from underneath the neatly-painted white wood. “are we still friends?” by tyler, the creator is blasting inside the bathroom. your heart stops. should you go get samuel’s parents? you knock on the door and it opens (much to your relief). the walls, floor, and sink are covered in the “manic panic” red hair dye. samuel’s face peeks at you. he smiles softly.

“hey, sorry. i didn’t hear you.” oh, man. are you even supposed to dye your hair with locs in???