Zachary sat down in the chair behind you and sighed as he mixed the dye. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. He knew you wanted to do this, he was just doubting himself. Seeing you grow up so fast was heartbreaking, but he was also proud of you. He was proud to have a little sibling like you.

"I'm sure, just do it already." You complained, he knew you didn't mean it in a bad way and chuckled.

"So impatient." He replied under his breath. He put on the gloves and began carefully putting the dye in your hair.