Something New

Bad Hair Day

*Billie's POV*

I cut away at the floppy green hair, panicking when I cut too short and then struggling to even it up.
"You're not talking." Tré noted.
"I'm concentrating." I lied, cutting more of the strands lower down. "Shit!" I rolled my head back in frustration; I had cut a section of hair so far down that there was was a patch of his natural hair colour showing through.
"What?" He turned to look at me, seeing my guilty face. "What did you do?"
"How to you feel about having brown hair again?"

We pulled up to the house and I turned off the ignition.
"I'm not going in." Tré sulked.
"It's fine, I'll buy you a hat." I suggested, trying my best to keep the grin from my face.
"It's not funny!" He snapped, "you've fucked up my hair! What am I going to do? What am I going to tell Mike? I think it's pretty obvious this wasn't done by a professional!"
"Hey, it's not that bad.."
"Yes it is, Billie, it's fucking awful!"
"Just come in and we'll sort it out. Stop being a girl."
He huffed and got out of the car, slamming the door shut and storming to the house.
Oops...

Mike burst out laughing when we walked into the kitchen. "What the fuck did they do?!"
"Don't even ask." Tré growled, hiding his uneven hair with a hand and going upstairs, leaving Mike and I crying with laughter.

When we had wiped the tears from our faces and pulled ourselves together, Mike sat down.
He gestured for me to sit down too and I perched on the chair next to him.
"I wanna ask you something and I want you to answer honestly."
I felt my insides tighten, "okay?"
He looked at the floor as though contemplating whether or not to say anything. "Is something going on with you and Tré?"
I didn't know what to say. Should I lie to one of my best friends? I didn't want to tell him but I couldn't say that it wasn't true.
"I uh... what makes you say that?"
"I saw you in the car before you went out... and it's clear you didn't go to the hairdresser..."
Well, that was it. He knew, he just wanted me to admit it. "I'm not gonna lie to you, Mike, I'm not sure where it's going at the moment... so I don't know if it's anything at all yet."
"So there is?"
"Yes, but I don't know how serious it is."
I looked at the table, expecting Mike to be disappointed or angry with me, but he smiled warmly.
"I'm proud of you, Bill."
I felt my heart lift and I beamed at him, almost welling up. This is why Mike's my friend. He doesn't judge. I loved Mike for who he was and I knew he felt the same about me. "Thanks, man. It really means a lot."
He got up, patting me on the shoulder, and went to get a beer out of the fridge. "Do you want to tell Tré? Or..."
"I'd better talk to him. He might get the wrong idea if you say anything."
"Alright. Take as long as you need." He passed me a beer.
"Cheers." I opened it and took a swig before resting it on the table and getting up.
Time to talk to Tré.