Briden House

[Hannah Briden]

Hannah and Sierra Briden share an apartment. Yay for them. It's kind of dumpy but what do you expect from two teen sisters who are living off campus with no adult supervision?

[Hannah Briden]

Two punk teenagers and a shit ton of brightly colored hair dye - what could go wrong? Hannah smiled to herself as she set out all of her hair dyes on the kitchen counter. The bathroom was much to small to be dying hair in, especially with two people occupying the space, she figured. She had set up a large mirror, leaning against the wall on top of the kitchen table, and dumped all of her hair care products next to the sink. Bright bottles and containers of Manic Panic were lined up neatly, each bottle coupled with one or two different brushes and a small plate for color mixing. For Hannah, dying hair and doing make up was serious business. Letting Aiden in on the process was sort of a special thing to her, almost like she had sort of asked him out on a "date." This wasn't the kind of conventional date you would expect from a typical teenage girl, but Hannah was pretty much the most abnormal teen there was, so it didn't matter.

She had texted Aiden after the seven-minutes-in-heaven party to ask him to help her dye her hair, because they had goofed around about it before, and now she was serious about it. She figured it would be fun to hang out, and if he didn't want to touch the dye, he could sit around in the kitchen and mooch some food. Who could say no to that kind of deal? She made her sister leave the premises so that they could have the house to themselves, since she figured it could take a while - typically, a few hours - to do her hair and fool around.

She had been texting Aiden all day to talk about their hair dying adventure. She knew he probably wasn't half as excited as she was, but that was fine. When he said he was on his way, she started fussing about, making sure her outfit (a crappy pair of stained jeans and an old t-shirt) was okay. She even tried fixing her hair, which was stupid, because they were going to be doing it later, anyway. She realized today was probably the first day he'd ever see her hair flat and normal-looking - no extensions, no crazy scene styling, nothing spectacular. Just her normal bleach-blonde hair, flat and frizzy, brushed out and a little bit oily at the roots, which was perfect for dying. Though her hair kind of sucked, her make up looked fantabulous (as always) so she hoped he wouldn't mind the "bumming it" look.

[Aiden Munslow]

Even though it seemed kind of stupid Aiden was kind of excited to help Hannah dye her hair. They’d been talking about it, among other things, all day, and she seemed cool, and fun. How often did a girl invite someone to hang out with them while they dyed their hair? Well it didn’t happen that often to him. He honestly knew he was just going to end up making a mess and getting dye all over everything, which he had joked about. He did his hair about ten minutes before he left, maybe it was to impress her, and maybe it was just because it looked stupid when it was flat, but mostly to impress her, the girl with the colorful hair.

When he got to her apartment, he didn’t want to be rude and just walk in, because that was rude, and weird. What if people were like getting dressed or something? That thought didn’t make much sense though because why someone would be getting dressed in the living room was beyond him. So he crossed that thought out of his mind and knocked on the door, but before anyone even had time to answer it, he walked into her apartment. With at least some warning and she knew he was coming anyway. So he was pretty sure it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“Honey, I’m home,” he said as he walked in with a chuckle he was messing with her already and he's already been here for like eight seconds. This was going to be fun. He found Hanna in the kitchen with all the hair dye set up. That was a lot of dye, how much dye did she need for her hair anyway? “Oh wait so you’re actually blonde under all that dye, well you know blondes have more fun,” he winked at her, and then looked at the counter, “so m’lady, I want a green streak right here,” he pointed to the front of his hair, “wait unless you think pink would look better on me,” he shrugged, “what do you think so I look like a guy who could pull off pink hair?”

[Hannah Briden]

Hannah jumped when she heard the knock, having not expected it. When Aiden waltzed in and announced his presence, she had to laugh silently to herself. She liked that he was obnoxious like that - bold was her style. Though she was always a shy girl on the inside, faking confidence was her thing, and she knew that it was a natural thing for Aiden to be big, bold, and fabulous. "Welcome to the humble abode!" She said in welcome, ushering him into the kitchen where her dye was set up. There were at least twenty little bottles of dye on the counter, and countless brushes and mixing palettes. A part of her wondered if it was a bit much - she was only planning on dying her hair two or three colors. But that didn't matter, she liked the presentation of all of her choices.

"Hmm, I could see you green." She pretended to appraise his hair, walking in a slow circle around him, pulling a face. "I could also see you as a pink guy. But hey, I could do your whole head green and you'd be one of those Smurf thingies." She ruffled his bangs, laughing and hoping he wouldn't mind that she messed with his hair a bit. She knew how touchy people could be. "Do you seriously want me to dye it? I could, you know, if I bleached a little streak." She doubted he would actually want her to focus on his hair dye, but that could be fun, too. She always loved to style people!

She smiled at his blondes-have-more-fun comment. "You know, I'm actually sort of a red head like my sister. Or, strawberry blonde, as the fancy folk like to say." She wrinkled her nose and leaned against the kitchen counter, looking at her dye options. "One color is way too boring." She had shown him pictures of her cooler hair dyes, the pink and blue cotton candy colors, the neon yellow and orange sunset - she'd done it all, really. Though her hair was now blonde, she had been putting fake extensions and wash-out dyes in, so nobody would notice - except, now her secret was out and he knew. It had been too much time since she actually dyed her hair, for real. "What color should I do?" She asked, then pointed to the fridge. "And, since I'm being a nice hostess, you want anything to eat or drink?"

[Aiden Munslow]

“I think I would be a cute troll,” he didn’t mind when she touched his hair, because it was probably just going to get messed up anyway. Although he would have minded if someone else was touching his hair, he didn’t really like people messing it up because it took forever to get it to look right, ok well not that long. He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to do his hair, at first he hadn’t been serious about it, but now he was starting to wonder what it would look like. “If you’re up for it,” he shrugged. Why not go for it? He figured it would fade out pretty quick, but then again he knew nothing about hair dye anyway. “I mean I don’t know would you still talk to me if I looked like a troll, or would you just ignore me? I’ll need at least one person who’ll still talk to me if I look really stupid.”

Considering everything between him and Jem it was kind of hard to say that he still had Jem to tell him straight up that he looked dumb. He was pretty sure that had things not been awkward between them he would be the first one to tell Aiden if he looked stupid or not. He was sure Hannah would tell him he looked stupid too with green hair. “I think you should be blonde, it looks nice on you,” he wasn’t sure where the compliment came from but he did think she looked really nice. “I mean obviously you didn’t invite me over here just to say that though, I like pink,” he said with a shrug. “I’m pretty sure just about anything would look good on you though.”

[Hannah Briden]

Hannah wrinkled her nose, thinking about his hair. So she had a minor major obsession with styling people - was that a problem? She'd see someone on the streets and think "Honey, I could touch you up and make you look fabulous in less than a week." and really want to do it. She always thought she was destined to be one of those fabulous designers who had a TV show where you rat out your dumpy friends and get them make overs. She could do all the clothing and hair and make up designs herself, really. Though her own style was edgy-chic-fabulous, she could make business look fab instead of drab, and change preppy to pretty. It was kind of her specialty, really. She didn't have friends when she was little - she had those style Barbies where you did their make up and hair and she was always buying them new outfits.

"I think you'd look cute if I did a just a little bit of color at the tips of your hair." she decided, finally. "Since you seem to be new to hair dying, doing the tips means you could always cut it if you didn't like it. I'd just have to bleach an inch or so and then I could color it green and pink, if ya want. I could make it look really cool." She could already find herself getting really excited, almost jumping up and down with her giddyness. "Never fear - your stylist Hannah is here!" She struck a heroic poise and giggled, turning to her supplies with a blush. Oh god, she looked ridiculous. Good god, play it cool, Hannah, play it cool...

"Oh, thanks." She shrugged off his compliment about her looking good as a blonde, even though she was dying inside. Okay, so she had a little bit of a crush - or, rather, she really liked it when guys noticed her hair. When anyone noticed, for that matter - she liked being seen for once, after years of being overshadowed by Sierra and her various scandals. "Hmm," she tapped her fingernails on the counter in thought. "I think I'll do a bit of an ombre for me. Start with black at the top and lead it to dark blue and just get lighter as it goes... I have some green extensions, those would look cool." She put on her hair dying gloves and turned around. "Don't mind my hair dye babbling! Here, why don't you sit down? If you're sure about that hair I can do the bleach and you can sit while I do my own dye. If the timing works out, our hair masterpieces will be done at the same time." She grinned, and offered him a kitchen chair, pulling a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses from the fridge and cabinet. She set the drinks on the table next to their "center piece" which was comprised of a bowl holding a bunch of snack packs of Lays chips. They were classy like that.

For her:
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For him:
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(But you know, with black hair and whatever color he wanted at the tips)

[Aiden Munslow]

( his play by actually had green hair for like eight seconds and I’ll find you a pic tomorrow cause I’m too lazy to do it now. Lol but yeah I like it :3 )

He was really glad she suggested doing just the tips because he really didn’t want to dye his entire head green, or pink because he was pretty sure he would end up hating it. He had come to the conclusion that he would hate it if he did something with his entire head, and he had also come to the conclusion that if he cut off the ends that se dyed because he didn’t like it that she might be a little bit offended, so he was hoping that she could make it look good. It didn’t really matter, it wasn’t like that many people actually found him attractive anyway, and the fact that she actually cared about his hair was a little bit weird. “That sounds cool,” although he didn’t understand what she meant. For some reason he trusted her to do something that he would actually have to commit to.

He was a spontaneous person though so he was just going to go with it, if It looked bad then it would grow out eventually and he could cut it off, and not look too stupid. “I’m sure about it,” he said. “Which is weird because I’ve only known you for like a few days and I trust you with my hair, but I guess that means we’re gonna be good friends huh?” he took a sip of the drink she had just set in front of him. “I can’t wait to see how you do it, I’ve always wondered how people get their hair so colorful,” he chuckled. “I would help, but I don’t wanna make a mess all over your kitchen.”

[Hannah Briden]

Hannah smiled and began prepping her supplies, pulling out her trusty box of bleach for hair. She had gotten it at Hot Topic, used it once, and her hair was blonde as could be. She figured just a little bit at the ends of Aiden's hair would get it light enough to where she could dye it green. "Oh good, you trust me." She smiled, pouring the bleach into a disposable bowl and grabbing a brush. "Well, you know people trust their hairdressers but most of them don't really know them." She mixed the bleach slowly, wrinkling her nose at the sort of tangy smell. It turned a nice blue color and thickened to the perfect consistency. Hannah knew her hair dyes and bleaches backwards and forwards, really, so this was super easy for her.

"See, I'm glad you're okay with me doing your hair." She put the bowl down on the table and stood in front of Aiden. "I want to be a hairdresser when I'm older." She explained, brushing her finger through Aiden's bangs. She was getting the feel of how his hair was positioned over his forehead. From what she could tell, it sort of swept over his face a bit in choppy layers. Before she could start, she grabbed a tiny piece of foil so that none of the bleach would get on his face. "I don't want to be one of those people who works at a dumpy Super Cuts, either. I plan on owning my own salon or something. You'll have to come visit me after high school and tell all my customers how amazing I did when I dyed your bangs one time." She selected a small piece of his hair and then paused, smiling. "You sure about this? Isn't too late for me to just throw the bleach away, I'll understand. I don't want to make you do something you don't want to do."

[Aiden Munslow]

“Yeah those Super Cut bitches never get my hair right. It’s like ‘You want little bit off?’ “ he did his best impression of a super Spanish person who only spoke a little English. “and I’m like, Yeah, just a little bit off the ends, and she’ll be like ‘buzz cut?’ and then I end up with a mullet, and I’m afraid to go out in public for the next eight months until my hair grows back.” He laughed. “Hey if you do a good job I might let you do it again,” well that and he kind of liked spending time with her but he wasn’t going to admit that to her.

“I’ll just come to your salon like, “This here hair stylist person messed up my hair that one time at her house, but I was ok with it because she was cute and if I said that I hated it she might not wanna be friends with me. It was kind of my fault anyway because I trusted her to do my hair and I only found her on the internet like an hour ago, no I wasn’t looking for a new drug dealer… Wait you can find drug dealers on the internet? I’ll remember that. Anyway moral of the story, just because the girl is cute doesn’t mean you can trust her with your hair,’ “ he couldn’t help but laugh when he was done with that stupid story, “I mean no, I’m pretty sure I’d actually say something more along the lines of “Oh yeah she did a great job on my hair, and then I wasn’t sure how to pay her back so we hung out a few more times, and that is how I met your mother kids.”

In all seriousness, he was pretty sure that he was ok with letting her do this, but the fact that she kept asking if he was sure was really making him wonder if he actually was ok with it. “All jokes aside though, I’m sure I want you to do it, but stop asking me before you make me doubt my decision making abilities. That’s a serious problem I have, although, I usually figure out it was a bad decision after I do something stupid ya’ know?”

[Hannah Briden]

Hannah nodded when he talked about the people at Super Cuts. In all honesty, she hated those kinds of places. She would rather go to a real salon or do her hair herself, rather than go to some dumpy, dirty place like that. It's not that there aren't any good Super Cuts - she still held the hope that there were, of course - it was just that she'd never been to a nice Super Cut. They weren't really reputable businesses, you know? You never told someone 'Oh yeah, I work at Super Cuts' and have them be really impressed. Unless that's the best you can do, work at Super Cuts, in which case somebody might be impressed that you got a job at all and there's a pat on the back for you. For the rest of the classy kids who were interested in hair, they all wanted their own fancy salons with tanning beds and nail stations and cool hair driers and no bitchy employees like Super Cuts has.

She felt her face flush when he mentioned that he thought she was cute and wanted to hang out. "Just because a girl is cute doesn't mean you can trust her with your hair," she laughed, repeating him. "That's a pretty good story starter, there. I mean, you could teach kids a lesson with that." His little dorky story was funny, in her opinion. He was kind of a nerdy cute, she liked it. When he used a How I Met your Mother sort of reference, she chuckled, that kind of "wow that's really funny" laugh that you can't fake at all. She genuinely found him an interesting and adorable creature full of wittiness. It was cool to hang out with a chill person like Aiden.

"Alright, I'll stop asking," she said, "Without further ado, here I go, doing you hair." She put down the foil and painted a thick stripe of bleach on one small chunk of his hair, coating every strand. She had practice with this, always working on dolls or friends for as long as she could remember. Dying, cutting, and styling hair was sort of her thing. It was an artistry, in her opinion. "And if it turns out that you hate it, you can tell me and I'll still be your friend - and I'll fix it, too, so you can come into my salon years from now and tell my customers that at first you thought it sucked but then Hannah came to fix the day and solve your problems and everyone still loved your hair."

She finished up the first section and moved on to the next, his bangs being finished in nearly five minutes. When she was done, he had like, six or seven little chunks of hair that were sectioned off into foiled little nubs, the bleach working underneath it. She hadn't managed to get anything messy, either, which was a total success. She turned to her phone, setting down the bleach so that she could put a timer on for ten minutes. "Okay, now to color my hair." She opened a few different dye bottles of green and blue and black, all in varied shades. "You want to help me out?"