"Okay so I need Brazilian, all black. I'm going to dye the tips when we get back home so I'll also need some hair dye and bleach. A little conditioner as well. You got it, boo?" Y/N said.
Justin was already out of the car and jogging towards the beauty supply store.
***
Y/N walked ahead of me and didn't say much as she inspected each piece of hair that was in the pack she was holding.
"Hey, baby?"
She turned on her heels and eyed me. "Yes? You found the hair I was looking for?"
I shook my head no and held up a wig that I found in the back of the store. It was blonde, thick, and was already blonde enough so that she wouldn't have to go through the trouble of bleaching it.
"Boy if you don't put that wig back! I said weave, Justin! Brazilian! It's in packs, not on some mannequin head!"
I was a little taken back. Who knew women were so serious about their hair?
When I came back the second time, I was sure that I had the right hair in my hand.
Y/N had the hair dye in one hand and bleach in the other. She looked over at me again. "Found it?"
"Sure?" I held up three packs on hair and showed her. "The woman on the packs looks pretty Brazilian to me."
She tapped her foot and just stared at me for two minutes straight.
"Justin, what am I going to do with you? That's braiding hair! Come on now, fam. Read the damn packs or ask one of them nice ladies up there for help."
I nodded and went over to the front desk where the three women stood. They had to all be related.
"How may I help you?" One of them said in a thick accent.
"Shopping for your wifey?" The other said with a smile on her face.
"Yeah...she wants this Brazilian typed hair thing? I don't know. She's too busy picking out hair dye so she told me to look for the hair. I have no idea what I'm doing." I admitted and looked down at my shoes.
"Oh no problem! Faleisha come help this boy out while momma counting the money!" The third girl said to girl number two.
"Aight, aight. Damn. What you want?" She walked over to me with an attitude. The fuck?
"Oh I'm looking-"
"You that Justin Bieber boy, huh? I saw you on tv." She said and smacked her gum a little louder.
I chuckled. "Yeah. My girlfriend was looking for some Brazilian-"
"Bet, come on. I know what she want."
She led me down the aisles and stopped when we got to the packs of hair.
"How long she want it? Or how long do she usually have it? Cause she can be long like me or real short. It depends."
I thought long and hard.
"Well, it's kinda long but kinda short too? Maybe to the middle of her back?"
She took the gum out, placed it on her thumb, and grabbed the pack of hair with the gum free hand. "Here you go, 26'' should be enough. Is her hair thick?"
I nodded quickly.
"My fingers got stuck in that shit last night."
Faleisha nodded and handed me two more packs. "Here, you gone need bout three or four then. She got that nigga hair."
"I'm sorry?"
"Oh I forgot who I was talking to. Nigga hair is when you can barely get your fingers through it and it's nappy."
"Oh that's not hers then. It's just really curly. Thank you though."
She nodded her head and walked away.
A few minutes later I found Y/N again and she nearly knocked me over when she saw that I had the right hair.
"Oh my god, babe! I'm so proud of you."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah, just get me out this ghetto ass store. I'll be in the car, them girls up there scare me."
She laughed and handed me the car keys. "I'm sorry, boo."
"They also said you had nigga hair."
Y/N punched me in the arm. "Boy have you lost your mind! You can't say that in here! Gone in the car somewhere!"
I need help. This is probably my favorite imagine so far lmao.
