FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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Three days since Christmas and I haven't stepped foot in my own house since then. After I talked to Malia's parents, we went to Janae's house for the rest of the day. We ate dinner with them and her father asked us to play Monopoly with him. Of course, Xavier was happy as hell about it.

That man is somebody's grandfather. I don't care what anybody says.

That night, Janae and Xavier stayed there and Malia and I stayed at her parent's house. We watched Love and Basketball. She was eating baby cut carrots with Italian dressing which was weird as hell.

She saw the look I was giving her and told me to mind my business so I minded my business. I didn't say anything about it. She ate half the bag before she fell asleep.

When I took the stuff back downstairs to the fridge, Mrs. Ward was on the phone with my mom. I didn't try to eavesdrop. Just the sound of my mom's voice alone made me feel guilty. She sounded so congested, like she'd been crying recently or a lot. Maybe it was both.

I wondered if she was getting sick. Her sinuses get clogged really bad and she gets really tired and doesn't want to move anywhere. Sometimes she gets achy pains like all of her doctor hours from standing and jogging and running catch up to her.

It's disconcerting.

"Namu, come on. Stop hiding."

"No."

I hear Malia's voice from outside the bathroom door. I've been in here for a good seven minutes. Why? She asked to dye my hair. And like the absolute love drunk idiot I am, I said yes.

To blonde. Like... brownish, dirty blonde...?

"Joon, you promised." She whines.

I don't even need to see her to know that there's a visible pout on her face. I can sense the puppy dog eyes from behind the door. It's burned into my retinas. If I didn't picture them just now, maybe I'd be able to say no. Possibly.

I groan as I look at myself in the mirror. Would blonde even fit me? Do I look like a blonde? I feel like she just wants us to match. Sighing dramatically, I open the bathroom door.

Malia stands there with a smile on her face, teeth showing and all. In her hand are the ingredients that belong in a chem lab and a brush for her to distribute it. There's also two pairs of gloves and 'adore' hair dye.

She walks past me and puts the stuff on the counter. She sorts all of it out and sets it up and I stare at it. Is this going to burn? It smells like it should burn. When I put it on Malia's hair last year, it smelled strong enough burn the hair off my arm in one swipe. I don't know what the hell this stuff is capable of.

Mr. Ward walks by the bathroom and starts laughing when he sees the stuff.

"That's for you?" He points and I nod.

"Whoo, I'm glad I shaved my head."

"Uht. What's that supposed to mean?" Malia says as she pours powder into the mixing bowl.

"It mean you ain't burning my hair follicles. What color you going?"

"Blonde."

"Whooo." He puts his fist up to his mouth. "You gonna be in here for a minute, boy. Let me know if you need some refreshments. And open that window, Lia." He calls as he goes downstairs. "I don't want y'all to pass out in there."

"Okay." She opens it before she mixes the developer in.

I go in her room and grab her chair, pulling it into the bathroom. I sit down and watch her mix the stuff together. The smell hits me and I second guess my decision. But the smile on her face makes me falter, again. Maybe blonde won't be too bad.