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Post by deagan broderick maddock on Apr 8, 2009 11:59:08 GMT -7
( i'm a genius with a headache )
AM I A LITTLE SICK OR A LITTLE SANE? ( 'cause i feel a little sick ) --- [/font][/center]
oh, it was definitely a better day now. deagan could always count on harlow, cigarettes, and the barn to make all the stress just melt away. today had just been rushed and ridiculous at school. sometimes deagan felt like just giving up and dropping out. he couldn't drag himself out of bed for school for even just one more day. but then he remembered that it was the end of his junior year, and throwing away eleven years of schooling by dropping out right before his senior year would be utterly stupid. sometimes the only thing that kept him going was knowing that harlow would be at school with him. but he had to be careful and make sure that he didn't also remember that chandler was at school. he'd actually stayed home 'sick' or just ditched because he just couldn't face chandler. there were so many questions he wanted to ask her. who was the other guy? did she not love him for the past three years? but this was no time to be thinking about that. he'd spent plenty of hours crying on harlow's shoulder about chandler. she didn't need to hear about it now.
he knew she'd be impressed that he'd finally mastered the art of blowing smoke rings. well, maybe not mastered, but at least he could do it. and he'd only get better with practice. "i've been practicing every day for about a week. i almost choked to death the first time i tried it. all i could think was, 'i can't believe i'm going to cough to death on my own cigarette smoke. what is harlow gonna do without me?!'" it was true. if you inhaled cigarette smoke the wrong way, or held it in for too long, it hurts. and deagan had somehow managed to get the smoke in the wrong place in his body, or something. he didn't know what happened, all he knew was that it threw him into a coughing fit that made him feel like a lightweight. luckily he was alone. no one was there to see him choking and make fun of him. he had been right here in this loft, as a matter of fact. and even though his first attempt had nearly been the end of him, deagan wouldn't give up on smoke rings. he was determined to do it and look cool.
"oh please, i'm sure you could get it in less than five packs." he didn't say anything about the years of patience, because he knew that was damn well true. deagan was a slightly impatient person, and often got frustrated with people. that was one of the only times deagan got mad or aggressive. he just got impatient and irritated and he might snap slightly. even with harlow, who he loved more than anything, he could get frustrated with and a little snappy. he didn't mean it personally, it was just something that happened. harlow definitely knew this and that's probably why she didn't ask him to teach her. it would probably end up in a fight. deagan and harlow weren't the type of best friends who never fought. they'd been in plenty of shouting matches and arguments. friends who don't get mad at each other, aren't really friends anyways. it takes real friendship to survive disagreements.
when deagan looked back up at harlow, he noticed that she'd pinned her bangs back. that meant only one thing, he knew. he pointed to her bangs, "need a trim?" harlow was always doing crazy things with her hair. red, orange, pink, blond. it had been all shades. deagan had dyed her hair for her more times than he could count. which he would never admit to, though. he had made harlow promise not to tell anyone. but it turned out that he had quite the knack for hair-dying. he knew that he had some orange dye as well as some bleach in his room, as a matter of fact. maybe today would turn into a harlow hair transformation. a homegrown cut and color. you never knew with these two.
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WORDS. 683
LYRICS. sick or sane . senses fail
LISTENING TO. heartless. kanye west
TRUCK. sick as fuckkk
PHOENIX. click
NOTES. oh fa sho
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Post by harlow on Apr 8, 2009 18:28:17 GMT -7
 this is a story of a girl
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD ,
Harlow grinned at him as he retold his tale. She could honestly say that she was glad that he hadn't choked on his own cigarette smoke. What would she do without Deagan? Even thinking the thought was painful for her. She wouldn't know what to do- she would be lost without him. Everything that Harlow was, was Deagan. He was her best friend, he was her other half. The thought of his dieing was like imagining her own end, because she would literally fail to live without him. She knew that on a lot of levels it was unhealthy to be this attached to a person, but it wasn't like she chose this. You couldn't pick who you loved, or who you couldn't live without. It just was. To be with Deagan, and to love him was the most natural thing in the world to Harlow. It came more easily than breathing- that could sometimes get a little complicated when she was around him as a matter of fact.
"Five packs?... Maybe," she said with a little laugh. She knew though that it would be a lot of work for Deagan. He was impatient, and though he never meant it to be mean he did snap. She understood of course, and she didn't blame him. Patience truly was a virtue, and a lot of people just didn't have it. She could be a little impatient herself, but it wasn't all that often. She was defensive though. She'd had that problem her entire life- it was just something she couldn't really help. That was a major source of arguments between her and Deagan- when they did have them at least. He might snap, and she'd snap back because she was so innately defensive. "We'd have to practice it over time. I don't think I'd like it much if I sat for hours at a time trying to make a big smoke ring," she said with a small grin at her friend. Another personality trait, she tended to get bored easily.
Harlow gave a nod of her head when Deagan asked about her hair. She lifted her hand up and ruffled her hair at the back while making a funny sort of face. "It's getting really long, and annoying. And I'm tired of it being blond- I'd striped the color out so that I could do a different one from that red, but I just haven't found the time to actually dye it again. I was sorta thinking orange again I haven't had that in a looong time. Whadda you think though?" she asked as she continued to play a bit with her hair. She liked getting Deagan's opinions on these things. He was a fresh opinion, and outside eyes. He was a guy, and her best friend and he knew what looked good. Besides he wasn't one of those friends that would just be nice and not tell you that you looked like complete crap when you actually did (though he wasn't mean about it either). And she always took any of his criticism, she wanted it in fact. Besides, she wanted to look good, and though she blushed a bit at the thought, she wanted to look good for him.
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Post by deagan broderick maddock on Apr 9, 2009 14:48:23 GMT -7
( i'm a genius with a headache )
AM I A LITTLE SICK OR A LITTLE SANE? ( 'cause i feel a little sick ) --- [/font][/center]
now that he thought about it, deagan really couldn't see harlow trying to learn to blow smoke rings. her attention span was slightly short, and she'd probably get bored after the first couple of attempts. he grinned back at her, "that's true. little miss 'i have the attention span of a goldfish'." her attention span was one of the funnest things to tease her about. and deagan did it frequently. but harlow knew he was just kidding and didn't take it offensively.
harlow's hair was getting a little long. and so was deagan's, actually. it was starting to get in his eyes and felt a little long on the back of his neck. he hated it when he could feel his hair against the back of his neck. it was so annoying and it made him feel like a girl. he'd have to ask harlow to cut it for him. deagan hadn't paid for a hair cut since before he could remember. either he cut it himself, or he had harlow help him. the people in the salon just couldn't ever give him exactly what he wanted, so he figured he may as well do it himself rather than pay for a shitty job. he nodded at harlow's question, "i definitely think that you should go orange. i like that color. plus, i have a bunch of your orange dye in my room that needs to be used up." in truth, deagan loved all the colors harlow did. it was way more exciting than just blond or brunette like all the other girls at school. he had even let harlow talk him into dying his own hair. for awhile, he'd gone blond. it had taken a lot of bleach and dye, considering his hair was naturally black. he looked pretty good blond, if he did say so himself. but black was just his color.
"we can go dye it now if you want. i'll dye your hair, if you'll cut mine." deagan met her eye and made a cheesy face like he was making her an offer she couldn't refuse. which he sort of was. in his opinion, cutting hair was a million times easier than dying it. but he was willing to do it for harlow. plus, he really did secretly have fun dying hair. he'd of course always act like it was a chore, and give harlow a hard time about it. but seriously, how many guys knew how to dye hair? it was probably a useful skill to have. not that he was gonna grow up to be a gay hairstylist.
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WORDS. 434
LYRICS. sick or sane . senses fail
LISTENING TO. jailhouse . sublime
TRUCK. sick as fuckkk
PHOENIX. click
NOTES. oh fa sho
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Post by harlow on Apr 9, 2009 18:00:09 GMT -7
this is a story of a girl
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD ,
Harlow burst into a loud bought of laughter when Deagan made the goldfish comment. She hadn't heard that one in a while. Her blue eyes closed, and she leaned back on the hay as she laughed. It took her a moment to calm herself back down again. She wasn't sure why it had been so funny, but maybe it was finally all the stress from today finally making its way out. When she calmed down a bit more she sat up and sucked her cheeks in to make a sort of fish face at Deagan. It was so true that she had one of the shortest attention spans in the world. She didn't mind though, it made it easier for her to have fun. Deagan didn't seem to mind either, he thought it was funny. He was always sure to make fun of her for it, in a good way though. Teasing was cute, or at least she thought so. "Yeah, I guess so," she stuck her tongue out at him through her grin.
Harlow ran her hands through her hair and grimaced goofily. She shook her blond locks and messed it all up. She hated hair sometimes. Most of the time she loved it, but sometimes it was just everywhere. If she weren't afraid of looking like a total freak she would shave her head. She constantly wondered what it would feel like, and look like. She wouldn't ever dare to do it though, so that wasn't actually an issue. Her fingers created a space in her mess of hair where her blue eyes could peak out. "I think orange will be perfect. We'll finish off what you have in your room. Dye my hair beautifully, and I will cut your hair better than it's ever been cut before, mi amigo," she flipped her hair back and tugged it up into a messy bun. "When you wanna go do it? My parents don't expect me home for a while."
Harlow's parents were like... total hippies. They were ultra cool and lax with rules. Her dad could be a little bit too serious sometimes, but her mom was always there to keep the man down to earth. They were all about creativity, and self expression. They constantly told her to do whatever made her happy, and to always be who she wanted to be. She couldn't ever remember being told to do chores, or follow this rule and that. She figured it was mostly because her parents hadn't followed any of their parents rules when they were kids, and they weren't hypocrites, so they wouldn't make her do what they hadn't. Not that she was some crazy rule breaker- but if one night she didn't come home, or when she did she had a new piercing somewhere on her body, they were pretty cool about it. They were definitely pretty sweet parents. She had two sets of parents as far as she was concerned though- Deagan's being the second. They were definitely different people, but she loved them all. They were a part of her family.
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Post by deagan broderick maddock on Apr 9, 2009 19:32:22 GMT -7
( i'm a genius with a headache )
AM I A LITTLE SICK OR A LITTLE SANE? ( 'cause i feel a little sick ) --- [/font][/center]
at first, deagan was slightly confused as to why harlow was laughing so hysterically. but it was contagious. he couldn't just sit there and watch her laughing, so he started laughing uncontrollably too. he didn't really know why, at all. low had set him off and there was no stopping it now. sometimes the two of them did this. one of them would say something that wasn't really all that funny, but they would find themselves cracking up like two insane kids. today it felt especially good after the stressful day he'd had. deagan started calming down right about at the same time harlow did, wiping his eyes underneath his glasses to clear the tears there. he felt so light now, like the laughing had made him lose weight. "man my abs are sore now." he grinned and stuck his tongue right back out at harlow. soooo mature.
deagan watched as harlow messed her hair up. his hand automatically went up to his own, moving it out of his eyes and fixing it just the way he wanted it. after he was done, he focused on harlow, peeking out from underneath her mass of hair. he resisted the urge to just poke her eye. it was so tempting. "you know that i am an artiste when it comes to dying hair! i can promise you beautiful orange locks!" deagan made a dramatic flair with his hand toward her hair. "let's go do it right now. there's nothing else to do." they'd have the whole house to themselves, so they could blast whatever music they wanted and talk about whatever they wanted. deagan hopped up from the hay chair, took one last drag from his cigarette before walking to the big window and throwing the butt down to the ground outside. it was such a long drop. if you fell from that window, there'd be no recovering.
he turned back to harlow, motioning toward the ladder, "ladies first." he grinned and waited for his best friend to head back down. he hoped his room and bathroom were clean. he couldn't really remember what state they'd been in before he'd left for school this morning. but most likely, they were messy. deagan was a bit of a messy person when it came to his living space. stuff was just easier to find if it was laying on the floor somewhere. unfortunately, his parents didn't really understand this. they were always yelling at him to clean it up. but he never did. he had his habits and they weren't changing any time soon. he figured he'd have to have a girl room-mate when he moved out, so she could keep the house clean. and that girl would most likely be harlow. they'd talked about moving in together after high school plenty of times.
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WORDS. 468
LYRICS. sick or sane . senses fail
LISTENING TO. hell's kitchen
TRUCK. sick as fuckkk
PHOENIX. click
NOTES. oh fa sho
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Post by harlow on Apr 9, 2009 21:54:51 GMT -7
this is a story of a girl
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD ,
"I know you will. I trust you, Diggie," she said with a theatrical sort of wink his way. Harlow was pretty sure that the best thing in her life was Deagan. And spending time with his was her favorite thing. In some ways it was heartbreaking for her, but he was her lifeline. What was she to do? She shook these thoughts off- couldn't she go at least five minutes without thinking about how much she was in love with him? She felt a little pathetic, but she tried to ignore it. With one of her big smiles stuck perfectly in place she turned to Deagan. "Oh, you're such a gentleman," she laughed some before making her way to the ladder. Harlow turned and started climbing down the stairs without hesitation, she had done this countless times so it wasn't anything major. Once she was down she sent Phoenix a wave and headed toward the barn doors to leave. When she reached them she turned to wave at Deagan, "come on, slow poke, my hair can't wait forever you know!"
Harlow leaned against the still open doors and sighed. It was a pretty day, and it was really nice out. She loved California, enough though the Suburbia could get a little tiring sometimes. The weather here was perfect for her. Never melt your skin hot, and never freeze your ass off cold. This place was home, and she loved it. She really was a little California girl, though she couldn't say that she frequented the beaches too often. She burned far too easily- hence the no tan thing. A ghost of a smile lit her face. Deagan didn't ever have to worry about tans- he was a farm boy, and so he grew up with a permanent one. She vaguely remembered being a little darker when she was a kid, but that had seemed to fade over the years. She didn't mind all that much, being tan wasn't all that important or anything (though it definitely enhanced certain best friend's sex appeal).
As Harlow walked toward Deagan's house she thought of the kind of coloring she wanted done. She was pretty sure that she wanted the majority of her hair to be orange. But she hadn't had her orange and her blond together in over two years. She kind of wanted it again, and so she'd ask that Deagan leave the under layers of her hair blond, but the rest would be that sherbert-y orange that she loved so dearly. It really was her favorite. With a bit of a skip in her step she reached out and took Deagan's hand. "I'm gettin exciteddd, come on!" she grinned and had to use all her control to keep from running to the house. "Dye my hair first, and then while I'm waiting to rinse I'll cut your hair. It'll be like twenty minutes anyway. Oh, we need to remember to trim my bangs sometime, too. Everything else is fine, but those little losers won't stop getting in my eyes," she said as she looked over at Deagan.
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Post by deagan broderick maddock on Apr 13, 2009 11:50:03 GMT -7
( i'm a genius with a headache )
AM I A LITTLE SICK OR A LITTLE SANE? ( 'cause i feel a little sick ) --- [/font][/center]
harlow was down the ladder and heading to the doors before deagan could blink. she was obviously excited about dying hair this afternoon. he grinned and headed down after her, "tell your hair to be patient with me!" once down the ladder, he flashed a peace sign at phoenix, "later, nix." the horse through his head and nickered. sometimes the bond between deagan and his horse seemed more like that of human friends. some people would probably see this as weird, but deagan couldn't care less. and he knew harlow didn't mind his dorky ways, either. and those two opinions were the only ones that mattered to him: his own and harlow's. everyone else could go stick their opinions up their ass.
deagan took harlow's hand when she reached for his, and could practically feel the excitement under her skin. "ok i won't forget to remember. this won't surprise you, but my room is a little bit...messy. just warning you." but harlow could have guessed that on her own. as stated before, deagan's room was always messy and harlow had probably come to expect walking into a pigsty when walking into his room. so the statement would be no news to her. it took only a minute to get to the house, and deagan let go of harlow's hand as they walking in through the front door. it was unlocked, like always. since the maddocks lived in the middle of nowhere, it was highly unlikely that anyone would just come strolling along and walk in through their front door to steal all of their belongings.
deagan headed straight for his room with harlow behind him. "i think the dye is sitting in my bathroom cabinet. do you want to dye all of it, or just to like the top layer?" deagan had his own bathroom attached to his room. as he walked through his room to his bathroom, he watched where he stepped carefully to make sure he didn't step on anything valuable on his floor. there were shirts, cds, jeans, boxers, sunglasses, guitar chords, and all sorts of papers and things strewn about. he successfully picked his way through and made it to the bathroom, which really wasn't that much cleaner than his room. he opened the cabinet under the sink and grabbed the bottle of dye, developer, a plastic bowl, rubber gloves, and an applicator brush. when deagan and harlow dyed hair, they didn't mess around. no box kit for these two."right where i left them." he turned toward harlow with his armload of supplies. he eyed her good clothes, "do you wanna change into some of my old clothes?" he'd hate for her to get orange dye on her cute clothes. what he was wearing was fine, though. he'd practically gone to school in his pajamas. a little orange dye wouldn't hurt in the least.
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WORDS. 500
LYRICS. sick or sane . senses fail
LISTENING TO. hell's kitchen
TRUCK. sick as fuckkk
PHOENIX. click
NOTES. oh fa sho
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Post by harlow on Apr 14, 2009 16:29:44 GMT -7
this is a story of a girl
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD ,
When Deagan's hand slipped into hers, she couldn't help but practically buzz with happiness. Her hand fit so well in his, it was like it belonged there. She knew that she was being silly, and ridiculously girly but she couldn't help it. Sometimes she just got like this. At Deagan's comment she laughed once again, "I'm pretty much used to your room being a mess. You know I don't mind," she was known in fact for cleaning his room from time to time. For some reason she just did it. She was like that, she kind of liked to clean. Though she didn't like to disturb his order, however messy it was. He knew where his things were, and to move them around, even if it was for a good cause could throw him off. Besides, the fact that he was messy was kind of cute. Harlow knew though that her opinion was biased- she thought everything he did was cute.
As they walked through Deagan's house Harlow didn't feel any different than she did when she was in her own home. She was just so used to this place- she knew it nearly as well, if not more so, than the back of her own hand. She leaned against his door as he walked through his room, taking care not to step on anything important. "I'm thinking the top layers, I want some of my bangs to stay blond," it was funny, but sometimes it felt exactly like Deagan could read her mind. No, he didn't have to read her mind, he just knew it so well. Well at least most of it. The part directly connected to her heart he didn't exactly know. Thank God, was all that she could say about that. Because how in the hell would he react to the knowledge that she was in love with him? Probably not well. They were best friends after all.
"Change," she said definitely as she looked down at her outfit. There was no way in hell that she was going to ruin her favorite baseball tee. It was relatively new, too. She looked down at her purple jeans and frowned. Why risk it? She walked through Deagan's room and went to his closet. The things further back were things practically forgotten. She reached in and tugged an old worn t-shirt off of the hanger. She gave it a glance and noticed the holes in the seams on the arms, and under the neck. Definitely nothing special. "This work?" she asked as she stepped out, careful not to step on anything. She slung it over her shoulder and pointed to her jeans, while shaking her head. "These just won't do. My dear, would you care to find me pants of some kind?" It wasn't uncommon for Harlow to end up changing into something of Deagan's. He just had the best stuff. Old jeans that were too small for him, or athletic shorts he didn't care about anymore, or old shirts. He had things far more comfortable than her. She sort of drowned in them, but she didn't mind.
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Post by deagan broderick maddock on Apr 15, 2009 19:43:12 GMT -7
( i'm a genius with a headache )
AM I A LITTLE SICK OR A LITTLE SANE? ( 'cause i feel a little sick ) --- [/font][/center]
harlow's hair was going to look fabulous, deagan was sure of it. she was just the sort of person who could pull off any look, no matter how crazy. the orange on top of the bleach blond would look amazing on her, no doubt. solid orange always looked good too, but leaving some bleached parts in there would spice it up. and harlow certainly had a spicy style. she was all about wearing clothing she liked, not about wearing clothing that other people would approve of, or give her attention for. that was one of the things deagan appreciated in her. harlow was her own person, not just another girly look-alike. deagan couldn't stand those sort of girls. why live life to other people's standards?
deagan set all of the supplies onto the counter. it dawned on him that harlow would need something to sit on, so he fetched a bar stool from his room. the thing was old and worn, with random stickers and sharpie drawings all over it. deagan had gotten it at a garage sale years ago to use it as a guitar-practicing stool. it was just the right height and shape to sit on while playing his tunes. the decorations had slowly accumulated over the years, as harlow and deagan added them. the bar stool really was a piece of art, and deagan treasured it. right now, it just so happened to work perfectly as a perch for princess harlow. after dragging it into the bathroom and positioning it in front of the counter, deagan turned to watch harlow as she dug through his closet. the two friends were well past the stage of respecting each other's privacy. deagan wasn't the least bit afraid or embarrassed of harlow finding a pair of undies or boxers in his closet. she'd seen them plenty of times. he gave a quick nod of his head when she asked if the tee shirt she'd found was ok. that particular shirt was just an old undershirt that deagan hadn't gotten around to throwing out yet. it was in pretty bad shape. but that was perfect for what they needed now.
"uuummm i think there's some over here..." deagan's mom had a habit of just dropping his piles of clean and folded clothes on his bedroom floor for him to put away. of course, these piles never got put away. deagan just took articles of clothing from them as needed. one of these piles was sitting right inside his door right now. deagan carefully made his way to it, stepping around valuable items that had somehow ended up on the floor. there was a pair of black mesh basketball-type shorts in this particular pile of recently-washed clothes. the shorts were from a few years back, but deagan had never gotten rid of them and they had somehow ended up back in the wash. which was perfect, because they'd fit harlow. deagan's current-sized shorts would obviously fall off of the girl. he picked up the old pair and threw them to harlow. "you put those on and i'll mix the dye."
now, mixing dye was something deagan had mastered. he'd learned that it took just the right amount of developer and dye to get the perfect color. it really was an art. he leaped back to the bathroom and snapped on a pair of rubber gloves, the powder from them puffing up in a little cloud. deagan hated rubber gloves. they always made your hands feel so dry and smell disgusting. but the sacrifice was worth it for harlow's sake. wrinkling his nose to keep from sneezing at the powder, deagan reached for the developer. he quickly squirted the correct amounts of the developer, then the dye into the mixing bowl. he swirled the gooey stuff around with the applicator brush, his nose filling with the strong aroma of ammonia. it made his nose tingle and his head slightly light. ammonia was gross stuff. he called to harlow, eyes watering, "you ready? this dye is about to kill me."
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WORDS. 705
LYRICS. sick or sane . senses fail
LISTENING TO. hell's kitchen
TRUCK. sick as fuckkk
PHOENIX. click
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Post by harlow on Apr 17, 2009 13:02:02 GMT -7
this is a story of a girl
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD ,
Harlow watched as Deagan moved around getting things ready. He had all the things for actually dying her hair, and now he'd pulled out the old stool that they'd been decorating for years. She'd have to add a little more to it today. She wasn't sure what it would be, but maybe something cute. She always drew on the legs, she liked to pretend she was giving it little tattoos. They were permanent after all. That bar stool had so much ink on it, and so many odd stickers it was insane. The thing honestly probably belonged in some crazy cool art gallery or something. As Deagan moved out of the bathroom to dig through some clean laundry he pulled out a pair of shorts for her to wear. She caught them and grinned before nodding at Deagan as he disapeared again to mix the dye.
She toed off her shoes before unzipping her jacket and undoing her belt. She slipped her purple jeans off and then tugged her baseball tee off. She trusted that Deagan wouldn't try to take a peak at her. She was completely comfortable around him, they'd been doing things like this their entire lives. As she pulled the old shirt down, and the pants up she grinned at herself in his mirror. She was dwarfed by these clothes, but not so much so that it was ridiculous. She pulled the shirt on the side and tied it in a knot, something that had gone out of style ages ago, but she didn't care. She thought it was pretty cute. When Harlow heard Deagan's little complaint from inside the bathroom about the dye she grinned. She didn't know why by the smell of hair dye was her favorite. She spent days after getting her hair dyed just sniffing her locks. It was funny, but she was just addicted.
"Oh, you know you love it!" she knew that it wasn't the most manly thing to dye a girls hair, but Deagan was just so damn good at it. He wouldn't admit that he liked it, but she knew. She knew because she knew Deagan. He was just too cute. She checked herself in the mirror one last time before snatching off her earrings and rings and necklace. Finally she moved to go into his equally messy bathroom before sitting down on the stool. "You know, my friend, I should maybe clean your room again sometime. With your help of course, I can't do everything on my own. I'm not some Genie," she said with a small smile. She situated herself on the stool as she grinned up at Deagan. For some reason he looked especially cute right now. Wearing goofy gloves, and holding hair dye. She just wanted to reach up, mess his hair up and kiss him silly. She knew she couldn't though, and so she closed her eyes and pretended to be preoccupied with smelling hair dye. "We're gonna have to crack a window or something. You're mom'll walk in later and faint or something," Harlow joked as her blue eyes opened again to look at her friend. "Ready?"
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