𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕 | Thomas Doherty

𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝟐: 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 ✔

"So, did you write that down?" I asked as I looked up from my computer.

Lizzy looked at me and nodded. This was the first time I'd seen her so sneaky; she was usually never like this. She was always the popular, sweet girl in school. Although, sweet girls in school aren't always as sweet as they seem. I actually don't know how we became best friends. You could say I'm more like Mal from Descendants—the cool, edgy girl—and she's more like Evie, the one into fashion and beauty. Which makes sense, because she's a designer—and believe me, the work she creates is beautiful.

"We're done," I said to her with a smirk on my face.

I stood up from the wheelchair and made my way over to her. The first step was a makeover—basically changing my original blonde hair to brown and my brown eyes to green. I'll miss my blonde hair, but that doesn't matter right now. I need to do this for the sake of my plan. You might think Dove had blonde hair, right? I know, but I tried to create a mix of both his girlfriends, which led me to brown hair and green eyes.

"Are you ready to change your whole appearance?" she asked me, excited.

"Well, I guess I have to be, right?"

"Oh, c'mon! It will be fun; you'll look even more amazing than you do now."

"Thank you?" I said, questioning.

"Come here," she said as she pulled me with her.

Since when was she so excited about all of this? Did she really want to see me with brown hair? I didn't really know. I guess I really loved my blonde hair since I had never dyed it before. The green eyes, though, I didn't mind. To be honest, I've always loved green eyes—they're so special. Green is a color you don't see much.

Suddenly, I heard my phone ring. I hadn't noticed it before; I guess I was really deep in my thoughts. I took it out of my pocket and saw that it was an unknown number. Who was this? I couldn't even see the number—it was unknown too. The person calling really didn't want to be recognized. I answered the call and heard a male voice.

"Hi, is this Paris?" the male voice asked.

"Umm, yeah, why?"

"Are you doing okay?" I looked at Lizzy, who was staring at me with a confused expression.

"What? What do you mean?"

"It's me, the guy that saved you," he said. "I've been searching for your number for the past few months."

"Oh, yeah, I'm okay, thank you so much, by the way. Could we meet sometime so I can thank you in person?"

"No, no, I can't. It's okay like this."

"Why? Is something wrong?" I asked, a worried tone in my voice.

"No, it's just... I can't."

"Umm, okay, well, thank you for saving me."

"Gladly," he said, his voice soft and warm.

Huh, that was weird. Why didn't he want to meet in person? Was he keeping a secret? I don't know.

"Who was it?" Lizzy asked.

"I don't know. It was the person who saved me, but they didn't want to say their name," I said as I looked at my phone to see if there was any chance of seeing the number.

"that's weird"

"I know, that's what I thought." I looked at her in shock.

By now, we were already outside by the car. Since the hairstylist was down the road, we decided to go on foot. It didn't take long before we were there. I was almost about to enter the shop when I saw none other than Thomas himself. Was he also going for his hair, or was he just passing by? He looked at me with shock, as if he recognized me. What was going on with this day? Why was everything so weird today?

"Are you coming?" Lizzy asked. I quickly turned to face her.

"Uh, yeah, coming," I said, turning my head around one more time to see if he was still there.

How could he have recognized me? I've never met him. Am I imagining things, or did he really just recognize me? I shook it off and walked into the hair salon.

And oh my, this place was beautiful. I don't think I've ever been in one like this. The walls were pink, with big mirrors that had gold outlines and a neon sign in baby pink, surrounded by flowers. Wow, never in my life have I liked sweet colors so much.

I was probably looking around too much, because I saw Lizzy looking at me with a "come on" expression. I walked with her to the girl who ran the hair salon.

"Hey, how may I help you?" she asked with a friendly smile on her face.

"I would like to dye my hair brown."

"Of course, go ahead and take a seat," she said, pointing to the seats on the other side of the room.

I walked over to the middle one and sat down. Was I ready? I had to be. Was I curious? Obviously. How would I look with brown hair? I didn't know—I'd never tried it before. I'm always scared to do this. What if it doesn't look good? What if my hair gets damaged or dried out? What if? It's always like that—all these "what ifs." You never know what to expect. It's not like the green eyes, because those are just lenses; you can take them out. No, I'm definitely not doing keratopigmentation—that's way too dangerous, with a high risk of blindness.

The girl from earlier came over to me.

"So, what shade of brown would you like?" she asked.

"A really dark brown," I replied.

She then went into the small hallway a bit farther away, probably to mix the colors. I looked at my friend with a "do I really have to do this?" expression, and she nodded. It's funny how she already knows exactly what I mean.

Not long after, the girl returned and started applying the dye to my hair.

"Do you also want it cut?" she asked.

"Maybe just like this," I said, showing her a picture.

"Okay, thank you."

—After dyeing my hair—

"It's done."

I opened my eyes. Was that really me? I looked like a completely different person.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it!" I yelled.

I never thought I'd like myself with brown hair, but I looked amazing. After that, I didn't do much else—just the usual: walking from shop to shop, searching for a specific style. I looked for colored lenses, new shoes, heels (which I kind of hate, but I'll deal with it), makeup, and, most importantly, green lenses. Finding those took us hours; after all, they're not the easiest thing to find. I walked out of the dressing room and saw Lizzy staring at me, shocked. Was it really that bad? I hoped not. I then walked towards the mirror, and it was nothing like ugly.

"Oh my god."

Makeover ✔