Will and Eric are the main characters from the novel I'm writing. I've done several sidestories of them and this is one I particularyly liked. Will is in band, and Eric is not. He dosen't really have many have many hobbies at the moment, he just floats around and hangs out with Will and his band friends.

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“Oh my god.”

“Will, calm down; it’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Not as bad as it looks?! Not as bad as it looks?! How can you say that?! You two dyed my hair purple! How is that not as bad as it looks?!”

“Eric’s right Will, it’s not as bad as it looks. The bottle says the dye comes out within ten to twenty washes. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Fifteen year old Will Yardon stared disbelievingly in the mirror of the bathroom. His hair, which was normally coffee-and-cream brown, was now a dark purple, similar to that of a wine grape’s juice. Behind Will his little sister Anna was chewing on her bangs that were the same color that her brother’s hair would be under normal circumstances. Next to the thirteen year old was Will’s boyfriend, Eric, whom shifted nervously from one foot to the other and fiddled with the hem of his hoodie, a nervous habit of his.

Will eyed them both dangerously. Who ever came up with the absurd idea to dye his hair an unnatural color was going to pay with their life.

“Spill, whose idea was this?”

“Uhh, mine?” Anna raised her hand slowly as she backed towards the door. “But Eric was my accomplice; he acted willingly as my minion so he should be punished too!” The teen left the bathroom in a cloud of dust and seconds later the distinct sound of a door being slammed could be heard from down the hall.

Eric held up both hands in a sign of peace as his boyfriend began to advance towards him. It didn’t take long before he was backed against the wall.

“I’m sorry? You do know that is you wash it a bunch of times at once, the dye will come out sooner right?” Will showed no sign of forgiveness. “Please don’t kill me, you’ll regret it later.” The now purple haired boy was glaring soundly.

“What the hell made you think that me having purple hair the week of the school band’s Christmas concert was a good idea?” demanded Will. “You could have at least dyed it red or green.”

“Hey, Anna picked out the colors not me,” said Eric. “It was either purple or Pretty Cotton Candy Princess Pink.”

“You’re sleeping in the guest bed tonight,” said Will as he turned on his heel and stalked off to his room.

Eric sighed; he still had all of his limbs in tact. If he had known Will had a Christmas concert that week, he would have convinced Anna to wait until afterwards. Messing with a band student or their instrument the week of a band function was considered suicide in all fifty states.

“Who is it?” asked Anna when Eric knocked on her bedroom door five minuets later.

“It’s Eric.”

The door opened a crack and Anna peeked through it. “Come in.”

Eric sat backwards in Anna’s desk chair as she took up residence on her stuffed-animal covered bed. Both were dressed in their sleepwear for the evening. Anna’s pajama’s consisted of frog print pants, fuzzy purple socks, and an “I LOVE D.C.” t-shirt. Eric wore a pink and black t-shirt over light blue sleep pants.

“Why did you decide to dye his hair the week of the school Christmas concert?” asked Eric, his tone that of slight blame.

“To make my revenge sweeter,” said Anna, shrugging. “I didn’t really think it was that big a deal. Besides, you didn’t have to help.”

“Whatever. But don’t you think the week of the school concert is just a little overboard?”

“Not really. I mean he did dye my soccer uniform black the week of the championship game. Twice.”

“Fine,” said Eric, “but that happened back in August. I’m pretty sure that was an accident.”

“Eric dearie, how do you get bright lemon yellow mixed up with dark blues, grays and blacks?”

“Okay, maybe it wasn’t an accident.”

“Well, let’s push all this to the side for a moment,” said Anna, waving her hand at is she were trying to fan away the topic of revenge. “What’s my big, scary, brother going to do to you? Chain you to his headboard and-”

“NO!” Eric practically yelled. “You’re one corrupted child. I have to sleep in the dark, cold guest bedroom all by my lonesome self.”

“Lucky,” grumbled Anna. “He’ll probably use all the big brother punishments he can on me. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.”

“Gee, ya think?”

“KIDS! LIGHTS OUT IN TEN MINUETS!” yelled Mrs. Yardon.

“YES MOM!” Anna called back.

Eric stood up to leave. “Good night.”

“Hey Eric,” said Anna, a devious look on her face.

“What?”

“You know my brother looks good with purple hair.”

“Shut up,” Eric snapped, blushing heavily.

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It is sucide to mess with anything band related the week of a band function. Band directors are quite scary when angered. It's best to leave them in their happy place.

Syd, your request is getting there. I'm trying to get it done by the end of the week.

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