Chapter 5 - Hair Dye, My Pretty Kitty.
You're sure about this?"
Andy and I stood in front of the mirror in my tiny bathroom area, his hair completely clean and surprisingly waver then the ocean. A box of black hair dye sat on the sink, its contents out and in Andy's gloved hands. He ran a free hand through his dirty blonde hair. He turned his head left then right, studying his natural color as he'd been doing for the past 5 minuets.
"Yeah..." he said, poking at the jawline-long blonde hair.
I was only here to help him with the back of his head. Otherwise he could do this all himself.
In the few months we'd known eachother Andy and I had become best friends. We liked the same music, style, our sense of humor clashed but we still laughed our asses off at eachother. Andy still had that sad puppy twinge to him, just as he had when I first met him. I've been trying my best to make him happy.
Once when I found him crying near the Git-N-Go gas station. He just sat at the back of the building curled up with his head between his knees, his shoulders shaking.
"Andy?" I whispered, kneeling by him.
He looked up at me, a red hand mark lit up the side of his face, making me gasp in horror.
"What did he do now?" I demanded, reffering to his stepdad Pete who beat him.
He shook his head. I noticed his lip ring was gone.
"Tell Ashie, please?"
"I-I lost my lip ring." he stammered "A-a-and I was l-looking for i-it and h-h-he thought I w-was sn-sneaking out a-gain."
I gave him a hug, letting him cry into my chest. Fuck shoulder to cry on, I was Andy's chest to cry on. I didn't mind though.
"I'll get you something better then that." I said, getting to my feet and helping him up.
"What?" he said, whiping his eyes on his glove.
"Lets see whats in the store." I said, smiling sweetly.
What I bought him was a fake pair of handcuffs and a batman button. He wore the handcuffs on his belt loops and had worn the batman button every day since.
"You're going to look like a ghost." I said, trying to put humor in the situation.
"But I am a ghost. You didn't know that?" he said in his casual sense of humor, not looking away from the mirror.
"Fuck that." I said, ruffling his hair. "Are you going to start or what?"
Andy sighed and nodded his head. I handed him the comb head to attach to the top of the dye bottle so its less messier. He poped off the top of it and screwed on the comb top then went to work on his hair, combing the dye through layer by layer.
Slowly it turned from blonde to black, making him look a lot paler then before. The dye dried quickly, only the back was left blonde.
"Your turn." he said, handing me the bottle.
I took the extra pair of rubber gloves out of the box, snapping them on my tiny hands. I put a paper towel over the back of his neck and started coming the black dye through, erasing any signs that he was ever blonde at all. When I was done I tossed the paper towel away and snapped off the gloves, pitching those too.
Andy ran his hand through his now black hair, watching it slowly fall. He smiled at his reflection, pulling out individual strands.
"How do I look?" he asked sheepishly.
"Sexy." I said in my joking tone.
In all honesty I was telling the truth.
"Thanks." he poked through his hair again. "Its all crusty now..."
I picked up the box and read the back instructions. I read the steps out loud.
"Step three, wait for at least half an hour before rinsing hair." I said.
Andy groaned. "What are we going to do in half an hour?"
"Take your gloves off your other gloves?" I said.
No matter how much I tried to logic him into taking off the black and red elbow gloves he always wore, he refused to take them off. He even tried to run away from me at one point before I gave in and let him keep them on.
"What if I get dye on them?" he said uneasily, tugging around the edges of the elastic glove.
I looked down at his gloves, on one red stripe I saw a splash of black.
"You already did."
Andy swore and looked down at both gloves, pulling off the plastic ones and throwing them in the garbage.
"I can wash them for you." I offered.
He shook his head, grabbing a piece of toilet paper and trying to rub it off, only succeeding on making it worse.
"Dude, if that gets onto your skin it could stain and give you ink poisoning." I said, watching him spit on the toilet paper and rub it on the glove.
"I got it." he said, rubbing the smudge to an even worse degree.
"The slightest cut--"
"I said I got it Ashley!" he snapped, rubbing it furiously.
I reached over and grabbed the end of the glove, pulling...
I yanked it down to his wrist then froze. Red inflamed cuts and scars glowed like tiger stripes from the inside of his elbow to his wrist, some more recent then others and many of them scars or scabbed over. He tried to pull away but I gripped his wrist.
He jerked his hand back, swinging it above his head. I pulled to the side so I stood facing him.
He was so close I could feel what little breath he was making. He bowed his head and looked at the floor in shame.
"Andy please?" I whispered.
He shook his head, turning his head away from me.
I waited a minuet before speaking again. "Was it Pete?"
"Partly." his voice cracked with tears.
I moved our hands down then used my other hand to tilt his head up. He opened his eyes and looked at me.
"Anything else you're keeping from me?"
He shook his head no but his eyes said yes.
"Are you lying to me?" I asked, a little hurt.
He closed his eyes again and slowly shook his head yes.
"Can you tell me?"
He looked at me for a long time, pondering his answer he gave. "One day I will."
I decided not to question him on it and let go of his wrist. He rubbed in tenderly then pulled his sleeve back up, giving me a half-glare half sad puppy eye look.
"I'm sorry." I said, hugging him.
He hugged me back, his skinny arms gently wrapping around my shoulders. He smelled like hair dye and fabric softener.
"I should be the one..." he choked, unable to finish the sentence. I rubbed circles in his back gently.
When we broke away Andy ran his hands through his crusty hair again, staring in the mirror.
"I think I should wash this now." he murmured.
"Towels are under the sink." I said, crawling under his legs to get out.
Remember when I said my bathroom was tiny? I meant it. There was barely any room to move let alone get passed one person. Thats why I did that. Weird? I did it all the time when I was little. Andy giggled slightly as I got up then closed the door.
I entered my room and plopped down on the bed, listening to Andy shuffle around in the bathroom. I stared up at my posters I had on my wall and ceiling, mostly Harley-Davidson bikes with half naked models on them or else band posters like The Misfits, Motley Crue and other bands like that. I had one Hello Kitty poster. One. It stood out in my almost completely black room like a blonde in a brunette crowd.
I must've fallen asleep because a few minuets later I heard Andy calling from the bathroom. I rolled over and got to my feet, wandering down the hallway to the bathroom. Andy had the door cracked, only part of his head visible. He peered at me through the opening. "I can't find a towel."
"They're under the sink." I said, pointing at the sink.
"They're too small." he said.
"Bigger ones should be on the left..."
He stepped back and opened the door, covering his front with a washcloth. I bent down and opened the small cabinet under the sink, pushing through the piles of wash cloths and rags untill I found a big enough towel. I stood up and handed it to him. He smiled appreciatively and wrapped the towel around his waist, using the other towel to pat his head and face dry.
Andy was still fucking with his hair by the time it was dry and done. We sat in my livingroom watching Batman as he kept running his fingrs through the back. making it stand up.
"Keep doing that and you'll look like Sweeney Todd." I giggled, pushing his hand down.
"Maybe I want to look like Sweeney." he joked, shaking his head so his hair whipped.
"Then people will think you slit people's throats for a living." I replied, causing us both to laugh.
After a few minuets I started plying with his hair, making it puffy. He giggled and laid his head on my lap.
"Purr, purr." he said, smiling up at me.
"Kitty?" his adorableness was killing me right now.
"Meow." he replied, sticking out his tongue.
I gently stroked his head, tucking extra hair behind his ears. He made happy kitty noises as I did so.
"Whose a pretty kitty?" I said.
"Me, meow." I giggled.
"Fuck yeah, Batcat."
I laughed, running my fingers across his scalp again.
"Purr." he giggled.
"You're such a pretty kitty."