No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar.

my friend tests my knowledge of her eating preferences and i emerge victorious

I'm sure I didn't fail the test, thanks to Jenna and Jacob. So when they come over after classes to Jenna's and my room, I usher them out to the little Greek restaurant that we all love and insist on buying them dinner.

And then we go back to the room. We sprawl across the couch, Jenna's head on Jacob's stomach and my head on Jenna's. I pull out my phone to order from Insomnia while Jenna turns on Netflix.

She starts playing with my hair absentmindedly as we watch Zootopia.

"Can I dye your hair?" she asks casually. I hurt my neck as I turn my head to look at her. I've never dyed my hair before, nor thought of dyeing my hair. My parents never approved of things like dye, tattoos, or piercings. Therefore I have none of those.

But now I'm twenty-one. I'm my own person, and if I want to dye my hair, then that's what I'm going to do.

"Why?" I ask, rubbing my neck. Jenna shrugs.

"I just think you could really rock a split-dye."

"What colors would you do?"

"Hmm ..." Jenna hums. "Maybe keep the blonde," she muses, running her hand through my bright hair, "and the other half ... black? What do you think, Jacob?"

He looks over at me, squinting his eyes to imagine what that would look like.

"Yeah, that'd look great on you, Hazel. You should try it."

"Well, if I did, would you do it, Jenna? How much experience do you have with dyeing hair?"

"I did my cousin's hair last Christmas, and it turned out pretty great," Jenna says reassuringly.

"Do you have some now?"

"Maybe Sybil has some," Jenna replied, referring to the girl in the room next to theirs.

"So we're actually doing this?"

"If you want to do it, why not now?" Jacob chimed in. Jenna smiled at him, then turned back to me and nodded, brown eyes wide and earnest.

"I can go get it if you want," she offered. I nodded, and she sprung up from the couch and walked over to the door, slipping out and leaving it open.

There was a knock on their door.

"Guess that's Insomnia," I say to Jacob, and he nods in agreement. I slide off the couch and clamber up onto my feet, then open the door. The guy hands me a box of cookies and brownies, warning that it's hot. I smile at him, then hand him the money and awkwardly step back to close the door.

I push my bangs around on my forehead and put the cookies on the table.

"Should we wait for Jen?" Jacob asks.

"Nah, she'll be back soon enough." I walk over to our kitchen and getting out a few glasses.

"I want milk," Jenna calls, opening the door back up and strolling in, holding a container of black hair dye.

"I knew that, J," I shoot at her. "The three of us have been friends for three years, don't you know that I know what you eat with cookies? My goodness."

Jenna only laughed.