I don’t wanna delete this account either. There’s too many flawless GIFs.
stillnotgoingtoeverdeletemineever
ashdalsjl I’m frustrated for you right now.
I’m gonna go blow dry it and hope it’s not as bad as it looks RN. But it’s pretty dry. Fingers crossed though fjdsakl
Grey? :x Maybe it’e the brand?
No because I refused to use that one brand ever again after it turned my hair grey and then turned it black WHEN I USED A BLONDE HAIR DYE, I MIGHT ADD. Ugh. I mean, it’s getting a little better as it dries, but it’s still not even normal. D:
What color?
It was supposed to be dark blonde BUT OMG IT CAME OUT GREY AGAIN. AND LIKE, THE ROOTS ARE ORANGE AND I THINK I’M GOING TO CRY. AND HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN? I’M LIKE, A REALLY GOOD HAIR DYER BUT WHUTS GOON OOOOONNNNN?
Carson rolled his eyes at her as she told him about her adept skill at not being hungry. He knew this was a lie. ” Whatever, your choice.” He pulled back his plate and started eating it. He watched as she thought about something. Must be planning to take the longest route to all their destinations, no doubt. “Mayfield. Carson Mayfield.” Having her call him Not A would be entertaining but the pair already looked as crazy as they were.
As he ate and she sat, Carson thought about the things he could be doing instead of spending the day with her. Unfortunately, he admitted to himself that this was better than sitting in his room sketching. Then sketching would most likely lead to the list. That list would then depress him and end up with him assaulting inanimate objects. Noticing that she wasn’t tapping her fingers, Carson looked up. His face must have changed because her grey orbs were looking at him strangely. He looked at at her and smiled lightly.
Carson finished his omelet and stood up to pay for his bill. Wouldn’t want to upset the spoiled princess by being a gentleman. He shook his head at her and her ways. He couldn’t help but wink at the cashier/waitress again before he left. Again, he held the door for Natalie and followed her out. The cold hair nipped at his neck causing him to pull his coat closer. “Where to ma’am?”
“It’s a pleasure, Mayfield, Carson Mayfield. I’m assuming you take your coffee shaken not stirred,” she joked with a smirk. Natalie stuck out her hand across the table, expecting to shake Carson’s hand. She may be a bitch, but she did have manners. Raising an eyebrow at the person across the table from her, Natalie wondered if he’d shake her hand. You could never tell—some of the lower-level tenants refused to even look at her—and it wasn’t as if they had started out on a great foot in the first place.
Natalie leaned back in her chair, sipping her coffee. She watched Carson intently as his face slowly changed. He seemed to be thinking very deeply about something. He actually looked pretty upset. She crossed her arms over her chest and scrunched her eyebrows together lightly, wondering what was going on inside of his head. “Oh, c’mon, I can’t be that bad, can I?” she teased. “You alright?” she asked seriously.
Standing up, Natalie pulled her jacket back on and picked up her bag, slinging it up on her shoulder. Digging around inside her bag, she placed a little platinum card on the counter. She sniggered a little as Carson gave the girl behind the counter another wink and the girl blushed bright red. Tucking her credit card back in her purse, she gave him a nod of thanks and stepped out of the door. “First, the dry cleaners; It’s only a few blocks down—a straight-shoot. Then the dry-cleaners and then a convenience store. And that’s it.” Stuffing her hands inside her pockets, Nat shrugged up her shoulders, sheltering herself from the wind. “Told you it wouldn’t be too much; you’ll be back at your apartment an hour and a half tops.”
