"I swear to god, Blake— if we just walked this whole marathon and the store is closed, I'm going to freaking kill you."

I sigh. "I thought you were competitive. Wanna complete the list? Get me hair dye and you another hairstyle."

"But I don't need to go to the store for my new hair. All I have to do is just use less gel!"

"Well, we're completing these tasks together, aren't we? Besides, last time I tried to dye my hair, the dye got all over the bathroom."

"Your point?" Minho asks, fastening his pace to catch up with me in the dark.

"You're the one who's going to be dyeing."

"Absolutely not."

"Why the hell not? It's just smashing some dye in my hair and making sure it covers everything."

He groans, annoyed. "If that bleach fries your hair, you're going to blame me!"

"I know what brand bleach to use, don't worry. It won't be hard. Just bleach it, wash it out, which I'll do, then the blonde dye, and wash it out again."

"We're gonna be up all damn night."

I turn my head to look at him. Since we're getting closer to a more crowded area, even though it's like one AM, the lanterns allow to see him. "So? Can't handle an all-nighter?"

He scoffs. "Hell yeah, I can. Would rather spend it on something else than dyeing your hair, though!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I pull a face.

"Movies, running, gaming— better entertainment than dyeing your hair," he states. "Can we watch a movie during it?"

"Where do you want to get a screen?"

"I've got a nice place."

"Do you have water there? A shower?"

"Oh, wow. Taking a shower with you... kind of out of nowhere, but okay—"

"I mean to wash the dye out," I snap, nudging him in the side. "Do you have that?"

"Yeah, sure. Even got a kitchen."

"You have a whole house somewhere close to the camp or what?"

"Just a hut Thomas, Newt, Fry, and I built like four years ago. We saved money the whole year so we could afford a mini TV in there. I haven't checked it out this year yet. High chance things got stolen, though it's hidden pretty well."

"Alright. Then we'll go there." I nod. Then frown. "How the hell did y'all place a shower in that hut with the zero experience?"

"We don't have a shower," he announces.

"You just said—"

"There's water!" A long pause. "...in the lake that's next to the hut. But hey, we can immediately get the night swimming done."

"Alright, smart."

We walk into the store. Though there were quite a few cars on the road, there's barely anyone here. The lights feel blinding for a second. A shiver runs down my spine at the coolness, since the freezers are right next to the entry, and I decide to make this a quick job.

"If you need anything else, grab it now," I tell Minho before I disappear into the hair section. It's not hard to find the right bleach and dye. Soon, I'm standing next to him again. "Yeah?"

He nods. "Yeah." Holds a bag of chips and candy up. "For during the movie."

Automatically, a smile forms on my face. "Good idea."

"Always."

"You're paying, though. Also for my dye."

"No—"

"Yup." I push the boxes in his hands, quickly rushing to the cashier before he can protest.

"Good evening," the man greets.

I nod at him. "Hi."

Minho does end up paying for the stuff, which I grin at, and then we're walking to the hut.

I hold out my hand. "Hand me a lollipop. Also, tell me what we're doing at the camp tomorrow— well, actually today."

"Probably track and field. Which I'm so gonna beat you at."

"I'm a fast runner. You won't beat me."

"Bet I'm faster?"

"Nope. And I can definitely jump higher. And further! And I can throw further than you too, Lee."

He rolls his eyes. "Guess we'll see."

It almost takes an hour to arrive at the hut Minho meant. It doesn't look much different from the hut I sleep in at the camp, except this one indeed got a mini kitchen, an actual bedroom with multiple beds, a couch that can also be turned into a bed, a toilet, and a TV.

"What movie are we watching?" I ask. The couch makes a squeaky sound when I plop down on it. "It needs DVDs, doesn't it?"

"Yup. We have a few. Thomas bought them... of course. Paddington, Annie, Matilda, Free Willy, Snow White, Beauty And The Beast— I vote for Paddington."

"Paddington's good," I agree. "I like the sequel better, though."

"Nah, the first one for sure."

"Second one."

"You always start with the first one and then watch the sequel."

"But we've both already watched them! Doesn't matter if we watch the sequel first."

"We watch the first one first, and then the second one," he decides sternly. "Now, how does dyeing hair work?"

A lot of explaining later, I'm sitting on the ground and he's dyeing my hair from on the couch. As I said, he's just trying to spread the dye everywhere. Perfect.

"Can I have a pillow? It's painful to sit on this ground for so long."

"Is that another way of asking to sit on my lap—"

"Gosh, your delusion is getting awful." I bury my head in my hands, but he pulls me back up by my hair, and continues dyeing.

"Well, I mean, it's just a lap."

"You're really asking for it."

"So what?"

"And you just confirmed it."

"At least I'd be able to flex to Thomas. How I got a girl sitting on my lap after two days of knowing her while it takes him like seven years to even talk to her."

"Everything depends on getting girls for you?"

"I've never dyed a girl's hair before."

Though a smile is on my lips at that comeback, I roll my eyes. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm ridiculously awesome, Blake."

I shake my head—he tightens his grip on my hair to stop me again—and then focus back on the movie. "Hey, now you're at it, could you give me a head massage?"

"No."

I frown once he snorts. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing."

"Ah, come on."

"I just thought of a crazy comeback but it's a little too... I don't know. Anyways— how long do we let this sit?"

"Like ten minutes. The actual dye is gonna take longer than that."

"Okay. Well rinse this out with water, dye the rest, wait as we watch this movie, and then go swimming to wash it out. Yeah?"

"Yeah, sure." But my frown deepens after a few seconds. "We didn't bring swim clothes, did we? I'm not skinny dipping in front of you!"

"I assume you wear undergarments."

"But if they're wet, how—"

"Aren't they already? I mean, you're sitting between this hot guy's legs—"

"Shut the hell up, Lee," I snap, attempting to hit him. "Whatever. I'll wear clothes over my undergarments."

"Yeah, whatever," he mimics. A chuckle leaves his mouth.

After quite a while, it's time to rinse the blonde dye out. Minho laughed hard when he saw me with bleached hair (he regretted it once I pushed him underwater until he apologized by using my full name), then we watched the first movie in silence, and now it's time for the night swim too.

"Are they gonna believe this? It's stupid we're not allowed to have phones. How do we get proof?"

Minho slips a small camera out of his pocket. "There we go. If you want me to print out some good pics of me in my boxers, let me know."

I pull a face. "Never. Now let's just get in. It's not exactly comfortable to stand here like this."

He follows me into the water with the camera, which I assume is waterproof, in his hand. I try not to think about that even though I'm between liking this guy and absolutely hating him, he really got that body, and dive underwater.

As we take a few pictures, it's suddenly silent. Surprises me because all he's been doing is talking the previous hours, but it's pretty nice. Though I just got used to the talking and now it seems too quiet. And a bit awkward.

"Finish the movie as my hair dries?" I raise an eyebrow.

He agrees, face lighting up since we paused the movie at his favorite part. I do my best to put my clothes on fast, but he's faster. And obviously, he goes on and on about how he won (the competition we never even started) until I tap the play button.

The disadvantage of going out a lot and then not taking anything to give you energy, is being tired, especially after swimming. My eyelids are constantly falling closed as the second movie starts.

"We gonna spend the night here?" I wonder. "I really don't feel like walking back to the camp for another half hour."

"As long as we're there on time. We don't want to miss the fact I'll beat you in running tomorrow, do we?"

"And I'll beat you in the rest," I reply.

There's about twenty minutes of silence after his protests, and I'm so close to falling asleep that it takes me a few seconds to register what he just pulled.

"Did you just pretend to sneeze so you can wrap your arm around me? We're not in Grease!"

"My arm isn't wrapped around you! It's lying behind you." A pause. "Do you want me wrap it around you, Blake?"

"Whatever," I say, because it wouldn't be that big of a deal if he did. Last time I remember falling asleep with someone beside me, or touching me, was probably when I was ten. So that's quite a while ago.

"Alright, then." It does shock me he actually wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer. "So I can flex to Thomas."

"For sure," I hum.

"I mean it!"

"Mhm."

"Also, is this really your natural hair color?"

"Mhm."

"It looks better than the bleached hair."

"No shit."

"But it's not dried yet. I'll rate it tomorrow," he decides. "Well, if you're gonna fall asleep, good night, I guess."

"Good night, Lee," I bite out, mostly to hide how comfortable this is. Kind of leaning against him as I fall asleep to a movie.