FINN
"A red rinse? What?,you mean that same shade of color that screams 'midlife crisis with extra chili'? You really wanna walk around looking like you want your hair to match your trauma? Bold choice."
Josh screams out the moment I tell him what I want. He's basically the Quads' hairdresser and knows exactly what our taste is. And he fucking knows red is not my fucking color.
But it's Hope's.
So I'm fucking doing it.
"It's perfect for a change," I say.
"You know, if I ignore the fact that you might end up looking like a rejected Marvel villain or a cursed cherry lollipop… then yeah, it's perfect for a change," Josh deadpans, already pulling out the gloves with a sigh like he's preparing for war.
He mutters something about emotional damage and identity crises under his breath, but I ignore him.
Because it's Hope's color.And I'm fucking wearing it like...
My heart hasn't stopped thundering in my chest since finding out Hope is my bond.
