"Eh, one does get used to it," Melody chuckled honestly as she began leading him towards the direction of her home, "I do stick out like a sore thumb actually. There aren't many red haired people in this town, and if anyone dyes their hair, they go to more natural colors. Black made me look sickly and pale, blonde just isn't my personality... and I've never found any blue hair dye around here... though I am curious now. I don't even know how I decided on red. It was an impulse decision on the first night I moved into this house. Lots of bleach and red and purple hair dye later, this is how it got there. I actually mix purple hair dye I have to buy on the internet, and red I get from the salon, and mix it myself. It doesn't always come out the same, but I actually can get it to this shade nine times out of ten."<br/><br/>She mentally kicked herself. Why did she go on a tangent about dying her hair? Yes, he did ask about why she dyed it red, but she didn't expect to go on about how she created that reddish-magenta hue. Though he had mentioned her pulling off rainbow hair, and it caused her to laugh a bit. She might have a creative streak, but she would never take it to the extent of her hair looking like Crayola crayons throwing up on it. Blue might be a nice change, but she was actually quite attached to her hair the way it was. Maybe she could get a wig instead. However, she did have to mentally note that the shade of brown that Dimitri's hair was...it was a lovely shade, and it seemed to fit him perfectly.<br/><br/>"To be fair, your shade of brown hair is lovely. Mine was a bloody mess for sure. Mine looked dull and lifeless, and it wasn't healthy. I wasn't allowed to cut my hair so most of it ended up being dead ends, and it ended up killing a lot of my healthy hair. My hair used to be under my butt, and I was always forced to keep a nice appearance by either straightening it with a flat iron or curling it and putting it in stereotypical religious hair dos. I had to carry hairspray in my purse all the time. I donated what hair I could to Locks of Love when I cut it, and to be fair, my hair is much healthier and shinier than it used to be. I wouldn't mind it getting longer again, but not to that extent, and no, this is natural curly hair."<br/><br/>She hadn't realized that they were almost to her home until she finished blabbing about her hair. It wasn't too far from the woods, or the lake. It was within walking distance, and made for great exercise. Her house was easy to find because it was the blandest house in the whole town. It was a simple white, two story home with a dark roof, and chimney. She had a small garden in her front yard of roses, and a small miniature garden of herbs that she used in cooking. Due to the small space, she couldn't see herself having a garden. The back yard had suffered some damage due to the previous year's grazing of an Atlantic hurricane. Her house had suffered some damage, but it wasn't noticeable now. The back yard was still in a mess, but it wasn't anything compared to the initial aftermath. She had nervously stopped at her front door before waiting for Dimitri's response.<br/><br/>"So, this is my home. It's probably nothing like you expected... and yes, I do grow my own herbs in the front yard as well as grow rose bushes. So, um... yeah, I'll lead you into my house now... no one except my father, and my late grandfather have been in this house besides me. So, consider yourself special, Dimi." she chuckled awkwardly before playfully sticking her tongue out. She had unlocked her door before motioning for Dimitri to walk into the home first.<br/><br/>The living room was actually pretty plain as well. White walls, beige furniture, and darker wood furniture. There were some pictures of her father, grandfather, and sisters on her wall. There were also photographs of the wild animals she had snapped in her 'adventures' to the woods. She had a flat screen, 50'' plasma screen TV placed into a dark, mahogany wood entertainment center. There was also a DVD player, a TiVo Box for her to record her cooking shows while she was out. There were also many DVDs of various movies, and some seasons of TV shows. Most importantly, there was a picture of an elderly man with a six year old Melody. This man had tan, wrinkled skin, and snow white hair that was combed back. The two people in the picture were smiling and appeared to be enjoying each other's presence.<br/><br/>"I wanted to keep the integrity of my grandfather's home. I couldn't bear to see it any other way. He was my best friend until he passed on. This house holds many memories for me, and I want it to remain that way. Not exactly dated, but rather modest, family friendly, and such. I think Grandfather knew I would keep his memory in this home, so that's probably why I inherited it. My sisters or family didn't get much after he passed yet I got his home, and a large sum of money to help live off of after I graduated high school...I still don't understand why he did it, honestly." just talking about her grandfather brought tears to her eyes, but it wasn't like she was about to cry. They were happy tears, and it helped her talk about her relationship with her grandfather, and how he would always remain a rather important part of her life.