You and Tom were pretty close siblings. You just happened to be bored, expressive, and an insomniac.

With that, you also had a bottle of hair dye and a bathroom, and it was something like 3 in the morning. Nobody to prevent you from doing your hair.

Except for the fact Tom went to go open the door, tired and groggy, to see you with a bunch of dye in your hair and all over the sink. He just stared for a moment, the both of you exchanging a silent gaze.

"What the fuck."

He stared at you for another moment, looking across the counter, silently praying this was all some shitty elaborate hallucination.