Ship: Gerard/Brendon
Words: 127

"Brendon, are you sure about this?" I ask, my eyebrows furrowed as I sit on the seat of the toilet.

"Yes, Gee, now shut up and I'll uh... I'll figure this out." He says, "Trust me, I've done this before."

I scrunch my nose as he tries to mix up the hair dye and after a moment of waiting, I feel a nozzle at my scalp but nothing comes out for a few minutes.

And the next thing I knows the walls are stained red and the pouch has exploded everywhere.

As I look up, I see Brendon with the remains of the plastic pouch and an innocent look across his face.

"Oops. Must've forgotten to cut the tip of he bag."