“you better not screw this up, dude.”

chloe sat on the closed toilet lid, her legs spread lazily while you stood behind her, combing bleach through her roots. she had an old towel draped around her shoulders—one that was already stained from a past dye job—and her usual smirk was visible in the bathroom mirror.

you rolled your eyes. “relax. it’s not my first time dyeing hair.”

she snorted. “oh, my bad, didn’t realize i was in the hands of a professional.”

you flicked a bit of bleach onto her exposed shoulder, making her yelp. “hey! watch it!”

you grinned. “maybe don’t piss off your stylist, price."

chloe muttered something under her breath but stayed still after that, letting you work. the silence was comfortable, only the faint hum of music playing from her phone filling the air.

as you massaged the bleach into her hair, she sighed, eyes half lidded. “you know, this is kinda nice.”

you raised a brow. “the part where your scalp is burning?”

“no, dumbass,” she laughed. “just… i don’t know. you being here. doing dumb shit like this with me.”

your hands slowed for a second before you shook your head with a small smile. “we always do dumb shit together.”

chloe smirked at your reflection. “yeah, but this one’s gonna make me look even hotter.”