WOOP! LET'S DO THIS! If you can't tell, I'm back in the writing mood. :D ~gum wrapper.

I don't own AmazingPhil or danisnotonfire.


Hair Dye

Dan's p.o.v.

I decided I had nothing better to do on a cold wintery Wednesday then dye my hair red. Why? I don't know. I just woke up, ate breakfast, all the usual stuff, and then realized I was bored and that I had red temporary hair dye in the bathroom from the punk edit video.

So I disappeared into the bathroom with a vague "I'll be back, uh, just gotta… shower. Yeah, shower." to Phil and got to work.

I set up everything, read the instructions about two times, put a towel around my shoulders, and then looked straight in the mirror.

"Don't fluff this up, Dan." I say and carefully raise my hand with the little thingy the hair dye was on.

I do the back with lots of struggle, the sides with some, and over course the top and my fringe are easy to do as my hand doesn't have to bend awkwardly. I finish, reread the instructions, and then pause.

Oh God. I suddenly remember why this unopened container is here. Why we used a different one in the video.

I hadn't read all the instructions. No, I'd stopped just a bit too early. See, if I'd kept reading I would have seen that it wasn't temporary. It was freaking permanent hair dye. Phil must have read down more before the video. That's why we have an unopened bottle.

I inspect my hair again. I'd done a really thorough job so it was one hundred percent red and bright red at that. Not ginger, RED.

I swear loudly and then hear Phil. "Are you okay?"

"Uhhhhmmmm…." I say as I hurriedly put back the hair dye supplies and throw the towel on the floor in the corner.

Maybe he won't notice?

"What did you do?!" Phil cries as I open the door.