How We Met [Punk/Lacy]

"Keep telling yourself that." She grins.

"I will."

"I think it's you that was way too attracted to me. Blondie." She teases.

"Again with that nickname." he said pouting.

"It's cute, though."

"So if I were to dye it again, you'd like it?"

"Probably not." She chuckles. "I convinced you to dye it black for a reason."

--

Four years earlier

"Phil." Lacy put a hand on her hip as she held a box of black hair dye. "Come on. What could it hurt?"

"It could hurt my scalp. It burns Lacy." he whined.

"And bleaching your hair doesn't hurt?" She rolled her eyes.

"Uh well....I was asleep?"

"For the past six years that you've been doing it?"

"Duh."

"Bullshit." She walks over to him, running a hand through his hair to inspect his roots. "It'll be fine."

"Fine, if you must. I don't know why you're so persistent on dying my hair." he chuckled.

"Because the blonde is ugly." She said point blank.

"I've had it for years though." he pouted.

"It's time for a change." She shrugs. "And I think you'd look nice with dark hair."

"Pft, I look good in any color." he joked with a wink.

"I'm dying your hair." She chuckles. "End of story."

"Demanding." he chuckled.

"Fine, let's do this then."

"Yay!" She claps and giggles. "To the bathroom."

--

After Lacy finished putting the dye in his hair she leaned against the wall. "See, only five more minutes and you're done."

"I'm a very impatient man. Is it supposed to itch?" he asked.

"Yes." She grins. "I can't wait to see how this'll look." She grins.

"Hopefully it comes out looking great, but either way, I know I'll look good." he joked.

She shook her head as she looked at her watch. "Alright, time to rinse."