Can you believe it?

Something about her "wanting to be close enough to fuse cells or turn into one". Not that you would complain to your gorgeous girlfriend obviously.

You could sense the faint smell of cigarretes and a certain apple shampoo you got used to love on her hair. which made you look from around your room to her platinum blonde, just to realize her roots were starting to show.

So, as the good girlfriend you are you bluntly say

"Let me touch up your roots? They're already showing a little."

Nat pulls her head out of your neck and stares at you, making you forget for a second what you were saying.

It's amazing how after 8 months dating, you're still not used to seeing her with messy hair, sleepy eyes and a groggy voice when she's pulled from her highly demanded cuddle sessions.

After a minute with a comfortable silence she just buries her face in your chest and mumbles

"You can do it other day... i'm busy right now..."

"Busy sleeping on my boobs?"

"I'm a busy woman ok?"

She then throws the blankets over her head. It seems her practice went far from exhausting today, usually she returns and showers before cuddling, then she always ends up doing something like convince you to sneak out to go makeout somewhere or simply fuck you in your bedroom. Now? now she's just tiredly snuggling on your chest like a little kitten on a pillow.

You stare at the ceiling, thinking about how lucky you are to be dating the blonde. Feeling like luckiest girl on earth just because Nat is on your chest, snuggled and you're caressing her hair, not worried about what might happen to eachother or your relationship next year. once high school is over and you're set free on life as an adult.

You're just worried about your girlfriend's roots that are starting to grow and show up.

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After a few hours in, you're waken up by Natalie, who's sitting next to you and grabbing your nose to stop you from breathing.

You stand up startled, looking at her like a deer looks at the headlights.

"Nat what the fuck?!"

She smirks and bounces on the bed as if to get you fully wake up.

"Bleach my roots."

She looked away, not wanting to agree with you, knowing you had a 'I told you' look in your face, she said to convince you in a almost fake sad tone.

"Please?"

And that's all it took to make you melt and swoon and agree with her.

"uh yeah sure. Do we have everything here?"

You said, triying to remember if there's anything left from the last time you bleached her hair.

She just simply nods and stands up. Triying to fix the neck of the hoodie she apparently stole from your closet a few days ago.

"Do you want to do it in the bathroom or you prefer here in my room?"

She looked down at you, sitting on the edge of the bed, then at the hall down your door. She will NOT sit in the toilet and be under that bright white light.

"Can it please be here?"

She said triying to convince you. Sitting next to you with a soft smile.

"I promise i won't make a mess"

You looked at her and sigh, nodding.

"Yeah, sure"

"But please make sure we have everything we need. i'm not going out on the rain just to buy what we need"

She nodded and walked to your closet, knowing there's a bag of her stuff she keeps there for when she spends the night at your place or crashes after practice and need fresh clothes.

"Shit, there's no hydrogen peroxide"

You giggle, plopping back on your bed to burst out laughing. Natalie stares at you, pretending to be annoyed by your laugh.

Once you calmed down, two or three full minutes laughing uncontrollably gets you out of breath, you look at her. Now standing on the edge of the bed and ready to jump on you.

"I can't believe you woke me up just to bleach your roots and then you don't have what you need!"

You burst out laughing again at the ridiculousness of the moment. She just fake pouts and jumps over you, making you gasp and try to get her off you.

"Natalie! you're heavy get off me!"

"Nah, i'm fine thanks"

You huff and just let her be on top of you, nuzzling into your neck with a smirk you can feel against your skin. Letting your hands wander on her back, tracing circles or random figures over her.

Anyone outside your room could go to hell, you and your girlfriend were the only thing that mattered at that exact moment. Doing nothing in effort to get her off of you, she just nuzzled further into your neck.

And that's when you hear a thunder through your window. Nat tenses and buries her face deeper into your shoulder.

A quiet sob slipped past her lips once another thunder hit.

You knew about her family, her shitty father who had died because she called him useless in an effort of speaking up for herself, you could feel how she became small and fragile in your arms.

The way she was trembling over you shattered your heart into a million pieces, she pulled back to wipe her quiet tears.

"It's my fault..."

"I can still hear that gunshot everytime there's a thunderstorm"

She says with a sad, droopy, guilty tone. Her hands move up to brusy her hair away from her face, she just stares at you as the tears start to flow.

Seeing the tears on her eyes, you quickly sit up and pull her back into your arms. Rubbing her back to let her let everything go.

"I murdered him..."

"And now my whole life is a fucking mess because he can't stop tormenting me"

Your hands moved on it's own, holding her face in them as if she was something precious. You couldn't help but wipe her tears with your thumbs, triying to make her forget for even a second her traumas.

You tried soothing her with kind words and pecks on her face. Whispering your love for her on each peck.

"I love you Nat"

"He can't hurt you anymore, I'm here for you"

"Please don't forget I love you"

After kissing her face for over 10 minutes she starts laughing quietly, her tears driying as happiness replace her sadness and overwhelming guilt.

"Nat, you can choose what we'll do for the rest of the evening. okay?"

She looks up at you.

"Really?"

"Anything to cheer you up."

You smile and kiss her cheek.

While a sad smile forms on her lips, she just moves closer and lays back on your chest.

"Can we keep cuddling and listening to music?"

You would be lying if you said it didn't made your heart melt the tenderness of her voice and sad eyes.

"Alright, but can we change positions? my back is starting to hurt a bit"

She simply nods and moves to lay at your side, pressing play on the walkman so you can listen once again to the tape she made for you.

The rain outside keeps tapping on your window, mixing with the gentle sounds of the guitar in the song. You're again with Natalie on your chest, her arms wrapped around your waist while her whole face is smushed against your boobs.

Maybe life is not so bad after all, you have an amazing girlfriend, a lot of true friends and maybe a happy future. Who can ask more when your girlfriend is snuggling on you like a soft puppy?