The Alpha's Broken Mate

Chapter 30: Girl Time (Part II)

Penelope's P.O.V.

Charlie dragged me upstairs, and I'm guessing into her room. "So.. What do you want to do first?" She asked, pulling out a list that rolled off the bed and onto the floor.

I stared at her, "You actually wrote this?" I said, examining the paper and her handwriting. She nodded her head, "Yup! Stayed up hours to make this."

I took hold of the list and looked over the list.

Get a makeover.

Dye our hair.

Get a pedicure.

Go to the movies.

Sleepover.

Watch movies on DVD.

Prank the pack members or our mates.

Mess with Veronica.

Go to the mall.

The list goes on, most of them were repeats but phrased in different ways.

I looked at the second one again, dye our hair? I pointed at that one, and showed it to Charlie. She clapped her hands, "Yay!"

"I actually bought some dye the other day," she said, pulling out a bag, "what color do you want?"

I shrugged, "You can pick." I said, looking out her window and saw that the sun rose. "This one!" She said, I looked over to her to see what color she chose for me, but she hid it behind her back.

"You have to wait and see!" Charlie said excitedly. I was hesitant to follow Charlie into the bathroom, but I didn't want to mess up the day for Charlie, so I followed reluctantly.

She followed the steps on dying hair, doing weird things to it.

"Okay! Finally done. Just wear this plastic hat until we have to wash it off." I nodded my head, Charlie helping me put on the transparent hat.

We watched T.V. shows that were currently on until Charlie got up and told me to follow her into the bathroom. "Take off the hat and place your head over the tub." I nodded my head and did what I was told.

Charlie took the shower hose, rinsing off whatever was put in my hair with conditioner.

She warped a towel around my head, securing my wet hair into the cloth. "Just let your hair dry for a few minutes before we'll hair dry it and comb through it."

We waited several minutes until Charlie took off the towel and started to comb through it. She made me face the wall, not the mirror because she doesn't want me to see until it was completely finished.

I heard her plug in the hair dryer and then she turned it on. Gently drying my hair, she once again combed through it.

Repeating these steps, she finally clicked the loud machine off and put it under the sink. "Okay, are you ready?" She asked me. I nodded my head before she turned me around.

I stood there shocked. My hair was not it's natural brown hair but instead a light shade of blue.

"I look like blue raspberries." I mumbled quietly. "But you look adorable!" Charlie squealed. I huffed, running my hand through my hair.

At least it wasn't hot pink, I thought.

"Well?" Charlie said, "How do you like it?"

I shrugged, "I guess it's fine." I said quietly. 

"Now let's go show Adam!" She said excitedly. I groaned inwardly, but I guess I have to one way or another.

We went down the stairs and Charlie quickly found Adam.