A/N: First of all, I would like to apologize that this took so long to be updated… I've had summer gym, writers block, and other such bullshit.
Anyways, I'd just like to say that I obviously don't own Mayday Parade's "Misery At Best", the song that shows up later on. I would recommend listening to it when it comes up, but you don't really need to. :P it really has nothing to do with the plot, but it sets a nice mood. I picked it randomly, mostly because it was what I was listening to at the time…
Well, enjoy!
"Ow! Stop that!"
"If you stay still it won't hurt so bad!"
"Fuck… ow!"
"Stop wiggling!"
"Augh…"
Did I mention getting your hair done is the worst thing, like, ever? Because it is. Especially when it happens to be Halle bent over you, ripping a brush through your poor innocent hair.
"Nya! Can't I brush it myself!" I whined, attempting once again to squivvel in my chair and snatch the brush from her. Behind her Weddy was in a giggle fit, along with a few girls I didn't recognize watching from a distance.
"No, you can't, this is part of the girls-before-dances ritual, and you are participating, dammit," Halle hissed, grabbing me by the shoulders and forcibly jerking me around to face the mirror again.
I narrowed my eyes, clenching my teeth angrily as the brush was pulled through my hair again. In her defense, she did start being a little more gentle, but it was still irritating to have my hair brushed by someone else. I know, that sounded completely ridiculous but - wait.
I gasped, glaring at Halle's reflection. "Girl ritual! Why am I included in a girl ritual?" I shrieked, kicking the wall in front of me in disapproval. At this a brunette girl I vaguely recognize but can't remember why starts chortling, clapping her hands in obvious amusement. I frown at her, trying to place her face, but am distracted as soon as the brush jerks through my hair again, causing me to hiss. "Dammit, Hal, if you give me split ends-"
"You're enough like a girl to begin with, that's why," she cuts off a bit late, chuckling. "And besides - you just proved my point. What guy complains about split ends?" Pull. Jerk. Rip. Tangle annihilated! I groan, rolling my eyes at her.
"Um, hello? A gay one?" I grumble, but I let myself settle down, allowing the girl-hoard to fix my hair and such. Really, I couldn't fathom how I had ended up here. All I'd agreed to was meeting up with Halle before the dance, and somehow I'd ended up being raced off to Halle's house for a pre-party-extravaganza. Do most girls do t hat? I didn't really think so, but Halle had insisted that this was 100% necessary.
Yeah, right… no. But whatever, I figured I might as well just go along with it. For two reasons.
First of all, Halle will kill me if I don't. Not physically, obviously, since I could take her easily - she's bigger in mass than I am, probably more power-heavy too, but I'm far more skilled in fighting than her. But she would find some horrible thing to do to me, like putting me in a skirt somehow. Or, horror of horrors, shaving off my hair… no, that could not happen. Ever.
Second, I… okay I'm not even going to say it. Way too girly to say. But… okay, here we go anyway, but I swear if you make fun of me I'll shoot you in the base of your skull, and then we'll see how hilarious it is.
I wanted to look nice. For Matt.
There, I said it. I mean, I guess that's not that bad (is it?) to want to look good for your boyfriend, but the fact that a girl-hoard (a few of which I think might have been in my 'fan club') was doing it instead of me just doing it… was a bit embarrassing. But I had to admit Halle was doing a good job. I could only hope that the girls scampering around trying to find an outfit in the nearby stores wouldn't pick out anything… dare I say skimpy? Then again, skimpy would be better than something girly or pink…
