Me and My Bad Boy Rock Stars

Dude, people don't say 'hip' anymore.

Chapter 1
Dude, people don't say 'hip' anymore.

It was finally done! After hours of sitting in this chair and years of waiting for my mum to allow it, my hair was finally dyed! My reflection smiled back at me, clearly as happy as I was with the new change. After having boring brown locks my entire life it was now jet black with a bright red extension just under the fridge of hair that fell over my face. My mum was going to be pissed. I usually wasn't much of a rebel. I got good grades, never got into trouble and always tried my hardest but right now I looked like some sort of punk rock star which was just the way I liked it. My dad wouldn't care, he was chill but mum expected so much from me, I was like her little goody two-shoes. When I begged her to let me dye my hair she finally gave up and said I could get it done for my seventeenth birthday. That's right, seventeen years old today. I'm betting she expected me to get a simple colour like a lighter brown or maybe like a redder-brown but she thought wrong. I hoped she wouldn't be too mad at my choice but I knew I would most definitely get a lecture.

I got into my black Ferrari that I had saved up for all my life and drove back to my house in worry. Mum wasn't getting home from work until three-thirty so I still had some time to prepare what I would say. Dad and my sister Taylor were both home. I could tell because their cars were in the driveway. Taylor was a year younger than me and unlike myself she had wavy blonde hair that fell down to her hips. Her eyes were brown like dad's and my own but other than that we looked completely different. She was beautiful, perfect body, perfect hair, perfect face. Everything looked good on her, heck she could wear a chicken costume and make it look stunning. My family all thought she would be a model when she was older and I believed them.

As I walked up to my house I was playing in my head exactly what I would say. Hey guys, I'm really into punk rock and wanted to get a hair colour that looks punk ay-eff seemed a little too... straight forward. I decided to just wing it and took a deep breath as I entered the house.

'Oh hey you're home, when is mum coming-'Taylor stopped short when she saw my hair, 'what the fuck did you do?'

'Nice to see you too sis' I replied sarcastically and shoved past her to find dad.

I found him in the kitchen holding a mug of what was probably coffee and watching something on his IPad. He must have sensed my presence because he motioned for me to come closer without looking up.

'Ashley you have to watch this. This stupid idiot thought he'd try to jump from one shipping crate to the other and-'

He looked up at me and stopped. My worry levels were rising now. His face was blank as he moved his eyes over my new hair. I tried not to make it obvious that I needed to swallow the large lump now forming in my throat but my nervousness was probably shown pretty clearly by my facial expression. I rubbed my arm and switched from one foot to the other, never seeming to stay still under my dad's stare. He was still sitting down but it felt more like he was towering over me. It felt like an eternity of awkward silence until I somehow managed to speak up.

'So what do you think?' I stuttered.

The side of his mouth turned upward slightly and he stood to face me. His hand moved to my shoulder as he took one last look at my hair.

'Looks good Hun' was all he needed to say to make me sigh in relief.

'Thanks dad. But I thought you'd hate it.'

My dad sighed and sat down once again.

'You're growing up Ash, you can make your own decisions. If you like it than I do too.'

I smiled at him and leaned down to give him a hug. My dad was the best. Unlike everyone else, he didn't judge me. I pulled away with a grin still present on my face and went to my room upstairs.