"Shit"
Lando froze the moment that the word left Max's mouth.
"What do you mean shit?", Lando winced at the way his voice cracked a little, hating that his voice had yet to drop despite Max's having dropped a few months ago now.
"Um, nothing...I think....", Max mumbled as if he was trying to decide if he could get away with lying to Lando.
Lando, knowing Max was panicking, turned around quickly. He still clutched the now half empty can of lime green hairspray in his hand. His costume was still on the bed. The party was in two hours, and Maax looked as if he was going to cry when Lando faced him.
His eyes were all wide, and he was staing at the can of hairspray he was holding as if it had just attacked his cats.
"Max...", Lando had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he looked down at his own can.
"Um, so maybe my uh, French isn't as great as I thought, mate", Max spoke hesitantly, "I don't think these are wash out dyes..."
The can Lando was holding hit the floor as his mouth dropped.
"Half my fucking head is lime green Max", Lando half yelled, his hands shaking as he turned back to look at his ridiculous half green-half brown curls.
Why the fuck did they decide to go as Batamn villians?
"I know, I know", Max rushed out in a panic, reaching for his phone, "I'll google it, yeah? Surely it has to come out"
"I cannot race next weekend looking like this", Lando groaned, staring at the stains on his hands as he glared at Max through the mirror, "I hate you"
"No you don't", Max rolled his eyes, fingers flying across his screen as he frantically typed in the words, "I'm like....90% sure it'll wash out....."
(It didn't)
