You lean in closer to view your apperance in the bathroom mirror. Studying your features closely in the shiny reflection of the glass. You’re flawed. You know you are…but that doesn’t stop you from hoping and whishing that one day you won’t be.

    The dye is sitting right there on  the edge of the porcelain sink in your home bathroom. You can read the bold goled label clearly making out the words ‘soft brunette’ on the box without any difficulty at all. You can’t seem to get that phrase out of your head and the desire to change is growing stronger.

     You are seriously considering dying it; removing that awful blonde color from your hair, right here, right now but still there is something holding you back. Something that can only be caused by her, her and her goddamned fingers…

    Fuck it.

    You don’t care anymore. You want to be yourself for once, even if it means losing her touch.

    You close your hand cautiously around the box and then feel your body go rigid as you feel someone’s slim, hot body press up against yours and a soft hand fall over the hand that you have wrapped around the dye box.

    It’s her…

   You know that it is her, you can smell the perfume that she usually wears and the feeling of her fingers in way too real. You don’t even care why she is in your bathroom at six in the fucking morning. To be honest you don’t really give a shit, all you know and care about is that she is here with you and unbelievably close.

   She’s moved even close to you now and you can feel her delicate breathing right by your right ear. Her center presses up against your back side, you can feel the warmth radiating off of it and it only causes your own center to heat up even more.

   Your breathing has become even more ragged then it was before, you can feel your knees begin to weaken and you worry that you won’t be able to stand on your own two feet for much longer. Your hand, the one covered by her smooth hand, around the hair dye box is slowly removed as she cups your hand in hers and brings it up to your chest. It comes to rest on one of your braless, erect nipples. You let out a small gasp as she begins to rub both your hands in slow circular motions.

   Her breathing is quickening as well as she rests her heavy head against your shoulder and whispers silently, "Don’t change Spencer. Stay the way you are…always."

   You nod speechless and she lifts her head to caress your ear in her hot mouth causing ripples of pleasure to rip through your body attacking your nerves. You can’t take it anymore and you find your lips moving.

   "Ash…"

   A loud knock on the door resounds throughout the small bathroom. Your eyes snap open and you find yourself on your knees on the sparkling white tiles of your bathroom floor. You search around the room and spot the box of hair dye on the other side of the bathroom resting on its side in the bathtub.

   You let out a stream of air and bring your quivering hands up to caress your sweating head.