Blue Streaks Short Hair Novels & Stories

He flipped through pins of different ombre hair styles. "Why not pink and blue like that one?" Rayan pointed on the screen. "Yeah, but I did pink like, two dye jobs ago," Mick complained as he continued scrolling. "What about something like this with the blue and orange?" Rayan had pulled his own phone out to search for ideas. "If you got the orange close to your scalp, it won't be as noticeable when your roots start to show."

I held it up. Thea furrowed her brow. “What is it?” “Temporary hair color,” I explained, shaking the can. “It washes out with shampoo, so it only lasts one day. But it’ll give you a little pink streak if you want.” Thea’s face lit up like I’d just offered her the moon. “Really? You’d let me?” “Of course,” I said, already sectioning off a small strand of her hair. “Just a little piece, though. We don’t want to go overboard for the festival.”

I quickly take a shower and change. I put on a black and red tank top (to match my hair. Like Knox having blue tips in his silver hair, I end up having red streaks in my black hair. It's totally wicked! And believe it or not, we were born like that.) and a pair of cut offs and my sneakers. I run a brush through my hair and put it up in a sloppy pony. I'm not impressing anyone, and I really don't give a damn about what I look like this morning. I'm too freaking tired to care!

She says, and I grin, taking all of them in. Blu has sky blue hair, with an eyes that match, I think secretly, she likes her hair, and the colour blue, she'll never admit it though. She has a rascal kind of dress sense, more of street style, a dressing that says I don't care, but looks so beautiful and the amount of time she put into deciding shows she cares.

Tears brimmed her eyes, she closed her eyes and shook her head not wanting to let the tears fall. My hair was just below my boobs and it had layers, he also thinned it out and gave me a little side fringe that rested on my right side. He also dyed the tips of my hair a honey blond colour so it contrasted well with my nature brown hair and my tanned complexion. I hardly even recognized myself I wonder what the girls would think when the saw me, they were currently waiting outside the store until I finished. "What's Wrong sugar-pie? Do you not like it?" he asked worriedly.

He instantly returned a reply. "It's violet! Not purple, douchebag." She replied, adjusting her newly made fringe even I couldn't tell the difference between it's bright colour and pink. It resembled the exact colour of strawberry flavoured ice cream, or a typical barbie pink. Truly, Raya did admire the new hair style. She'd just never have it in pink, or any other attracting colour. Grey, brown, maybe... But never pink!

I sigh deeply as I hope that Mark is fine for the umpteenth time. I look in the mirror when I'm done brushing and I decide to divide my hair into two parts thenI pack the upper part into a bun while I let the lower part fall down my neck. I check my closet and many training kits for me are there. They look just like krystal's too. I pick the blue-colored pair of shorts and a half vest and I put them on.

Giving one last look at him i walk straight in the bathroom . Ya great ..he isn't talking to you . Hell !! I washed myself and came out in my sliky white robe . He wasn't in my room . Must be downstairs. I wore a pair of white shorts with a dark blue top which had some beeding on it . Drying my hair , i clip small portion of my hair from my the ear at the back . Hmm.... This one ? Nahhhh ...the colour is too pink . This one ? No Wayyyyy ...i look at a 50 year old .

Her hair was purple and it was tied in a long ponytail that almost reached her waist, her nails were painted blue and they were sharp, her skirt was short, revealing almost all her thighs, her blouse was also a show tummy. Mystique gulped taking in her appearance as she sat on a stool beside the counter, her almost bare back was faced to Mystique as she licked her spoon after digging in to a cup of ice cream. Mystique frowned in disgust as she moaned in a sexual way while tracing her tongue all over the spoon.

Her face bore a serious look of concern. Leesa smiled at the sight of her best friend. Only the ends of Cali’s neck-length hair poked out from beneath her rainbow-colored Rasta tam, but enough was visible for Leesa to see that Cali had streaked her hair with bright pink highlights. She had also found a pink stud to put into her cheek piercing. When Leesa had first met Cali back at the start of school, Cali’s dark hair had been streaked burgundy, almost matching the port-wine stain on her cheek that looked like a map of California and was the source of her nickname. Her stud had also been burgundy.