Pina Colada || Dinger Holfield

viii

"WAIT! WHAT?!" I almost yelled.

"Your hair." Dinger was holding a grocery bag.

"What's wrong with my hair?" I asked looking at it. I looked up to see Dinger looking for an explanation himself.

We were less than 5 days from the dance. Bobby had gone out to do who knows what. And Dinger came over, having no idea that Bobby was gone. We ended up hanging out for a bit.

Until he said he had to run to the store. He limped out of the house down the street to the store and back. I had thought he had bought food so we could read comics and stuff. But, no he went and bought hair dye.

"It's fine, it's just." He looked around

"Just what?" I was becoming scared and impatient.

"It doesn't really say fun." I looked at him confused.

"I didn't know hair could speak." I said sarcastically sitting on Bobby's bed.

He rolled his eyes. "And what is my hair supposed to say?" I cocked an eyebrow. Before he could say anything I said, "Further more, what does my hair say at this very peculiar moment?"

"Look at my hair." I nodded. "It says fun and party animal." And dumbass if you ask me, I said to myself. He looked at mine, taking a piece of my hair and throwing it up. "And yours says," I looked him dead in the eyes. "Dull and stuck up bitch. I also find old people fascinating."

"Hey," I pointed at him. "That's rude mister." He shrugged.

"Hey, that's rude missy. Stealing my catch phrases." I laughed.

"So what do you want to do with my hair?" I asked.

"Well first we gotta bleach it." I almost fainted, but instead I threw my self on Bobby's bed, probably the most commotion it has ever had.

"It's not that bad, trust me." He said, I groaned.

"That's just it, I can't trust you." He rolled his eyes.

"C'mon." He started walking towards the bathroom.

I sighed loud enough for him to hear before rolling over and walking to the bathroom. There he was sitting on the edge of the bath tub.

"Ok well the bleaching first and then the dying." He pulled out 2 bottles of hydrogen peroxide and a dye brush, whatever it's called.

"Why are we doing this again?" I asked.

"For the dance. You know to spice it up and get you a... date." He said the last part quietly.

"What colour are you dying it? " I was rather scared becuase I don't think he's ever done this before.

"You'll have to find out. You should probably change too." With out questioning I ran back to the room and changed into an old spaghetti strap and old blue shorts. I ran back.

"Ok, sit here." He was reading a piece of paper. I sat in the tub grabbing a towel on the way and putting it around my shoulders.

He poured peroxide into a bowl and before he started putting it on my hair I stopped him.

"Dinger, you're my best friend and I trust you."

"I know you do Lilah that's why I'm um, helping. Yeah helping."

Blow drying it and repeating. He took for what felt like an eternity until he said he was done. I got up and looked into the mirror.

"OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!" I looked nothing like myself. My hair was completely blonde and it did not look right. Just then Bobby walked into the bathroom.