You woke up and got out of bed to make breakfast for yourself you were still suspended so you had nothing to do.
"Hey there's the birthday girl, good morning munchkin " joey said as he kissed your head.
"Hey" you say as you see what's in his hands "is that a cake."
"Yes and you can't look at it yet." He put it in the fridge and gave you a hug.
You got an idea you always wanted to dye your hair black like Chandler but you got your mom's genetics, you took your saved up money from your drawer and tan outside to buy black paint for hair Black like Chandler do you called Jake.
They worked on a project they had to do and then they got to the real problem.
A school project poster leans against the wall, half-done. Ronnie sits on a chair with a towel around her shoulders. Jake, her new best friend, stands over her with gloves on, holding the dye brush like a weapon.
After he looks at her like she's crazy he asks "Are you sure about this? Because once we go black, there’s no going back."
Ronnie smirks at he's jokes "Jake. It’s hair. Not a blood oath."
He sighs "Still. Your brother’s Chandler Bing. He’ll probably make a joke that scars me for life."
"He already does that daily. We’ll survive." She says
"Alright. Operation Raven Begins. Close your eyes—unless you want a black eyebrow."
"I kinda do. For the drama." She says still in thought
Jake starts applying the dye. Ronnie tries to sit still but keeps twitching.
"Stop moving. You’re gonna look like you lost a bet to a raccoon." He says
"Hey, maybe that’s the aesthetic." She jokes
''You’re way too chaotic for someone who turns twelve."
"It’s called character development, Jake."
They both laugh. A pause as Jake keeps working.
"You know… I’ve never dyed anyone’s hair before." He admits
"Awesome. My head’s in the hands of an amateur with shaky hands and zero fear of consequences." She jokes
"Exactly. What could possibly go wrong?" He says
Cue the dye dripping onto the floor and a knock at the door.
"Why does it smell like teen rebellion in there?" Her brother asks from outside of the room
Ronnie and Jake freeze, eyes wide
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Jake hides the dye bottle behind his back like that’s going to help. Ronnie grabs the towel and wraps it over her head like a dramatic turban. The door creaks open…
Chandler sticking his head in
"Hey, quick question: were you two conducting a science experiment, summoning a demon, or starting a punk band?"
"None of the above."
She paused
"Okay maybe the last one."
Jake tries to smile innocently but is very much covered in black dye splatter.
JAKE
We’re just... bonding. As friends. With... chemicals.
CHANDLER
Well, nothing says friendship like staining my white carpet with angst.
He steps in and spots the dye kit, the dripping towel, and Ronnie’s guilty look.
"Ronnie. My sweet, chaotic, twelve-year-old sibling."
takes a beat
"Is this your official villain origin story?"
"No. That happens when I turn thirteen."she jokes
"Of course. How silly of me." He says
He sighs and sits on the edge of her bed.
"Okay, look. I’m not mad. Just... trying to mentally prepare myself for whatever’s under that towel. Will it be awesome? Possibly. Terrifying? Definitely. Memorable? Absolutely." He said
"You’re handling this really well, man." Jake said to him
"Thanks. I practice emotional suppression hourly." He jokes
Ronnie slowly unwraps the towel, revealing jet-black, slightly messy hair.
"Wow. You look like Wednesday Addams and Lady Gaga had a very confusing child." He said
"So... you like it?"she asks
"Honestly? It’s bold. And you kind of pull it off. I hate how much you pull it off."he said
"Told you she’d look cool."Jake says
"Okay, rule one: no more hair experiments without adult supervision." Chandler said
"Define “adult.” she asks
"Not Jake."
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INT. SCHOOL LIBRARY – NEXT DAY
Ronnie and Jake sit at a table surrounded by open textbooks, messy papers, and an unfinished poster titled: “History’s Greatest Underdogs” (of course). Ronnie now has her black hair tied up in a spiky ponytail, getting occasional glances from classmates. She’s owning it — kind of.
"Okay, hear me out: what if we put Ferris Bueller on the poster?" Jake said
"He faked a sick day. That’s not an underdog. That’s a genius." She says
"Exactly. Underdogs are geniuses. Just misunderstood ones with a rebellious flair."he said
"You’re literally describing me." She says as she glared at him
"And that’s why you’re going in the corner next to Joan of Arc." he says
"Bold. Legendary. Possibly burned at the stake."she said
"Let’s aim for less fire, more extra credit."he said
A teacher walks by, eyeing their chaos.
"You two are working together again?" The teacher asked
"Yep. We’re the school’s most unpredictable duo." She jokes
"Like caffeine and glitter." He continues the jokes
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INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY – MONDAY MORNING
Ronnie walks into school like it’s a slow-motion movie entrance. Her black hair is styled perfectly (for once), she’s wearing combat boots, and she’s carrying her underdog poster like a flag. Students turn to look.
"Whoa. Is that Ronnie Bing?" A kid said
"I thought she was the shy kid who ate string cheese with a fork?" Another kid said
Jake catches up with her, holding their project awkwardly under his arm.
"You realize everyone’s staring, right?" He said to her
"Good. Let them. Legends don’t go unnoticed."she says proudly
"You’re one motivational speech away from running for president."he said
"Or starting a riot. Depends how math class goes."she says
They exchange a grin and head to class, poster flapping behind them like a battle flag.
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A/N : so this is my FIRST story ever so please don't judge and if you want you can bring ideas.
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After The Silence
Fanfiction(season 1-10) --- Ronnie Bing was never supposed to be noticed. But after a breakdown, an overdose, and a silent goodbye, she's learning what it means to stay alive. This is her story - the quiet kind of survival. Mature contact s6-7-8-9-10
