Title: Dye
Theme: Stop
Pairing: None
Rating: K
16. Stop
"Don't do it, Sam."
She froze, her hand shaking, clutching the bottle of dye just above the sink, half tilted, and it takes every ounce of strength not to drop it and run over and hug him until the tightness in her chest went away. Instead, she grit her teeth and muttered, "Get out of my house."
"Not until you put that back down."
"I can do whatever I want. It's my hair."
"It's not worth it."
"A week. Give me one weak of strawberry blonde and tight jeans and they can't say a damn thing anymore." She glared at his reflection in the mirror. "I'll prove that I'm just as hot as those bimbos and-"
"Sell you individuality?" he suggested, giving her one of his half bitter smiles.
"That's not why I'm going it."
"But that's what it looks like. That's what they'll see. You're just giving them what they want, Sam."
"What if I want to do it?" She snorted. "What if the dye's too pricy?"
"Do what makes you happy."
She set the dye down and glared. "You know, this is supposed to be my speech when you ditch Tucker and I to go to some popular kid party."
"We all have our weak moments."
"Great." She crosses her arms and ordered, "Now get out of my house."