Zodiac Camp

Failed Glitter Roots and Alfredo Dinner

Libra's POV

I don't know what happened at boy's night. All I do know is that I keep finding specs of glitter in Aquarius's hair.

"Can I wash your hair?" I asked.

"Sure. Can we do face masks too."

"Okay."

We walked down to the girl's bathroom and I laid his head over the sink. I lathered some coconut scented shampoo in his hair. I watched the glitter flow with the water down the drain.

"What happened last night?"

"At boy's night?"

"Yeah."

"Virgo tried to do glitter roots on my hair."

"Why?"

"He thought it looked easy on Pinterest."

"You know glitter is a bitch to get out right?"

"Yea. Glitter is the herpes of the arts and crafts world."

"You got that right."

I began to scrub harder in attempt to remove the stubborn glitter.

"Who do you think invented glitter?"

"I don't know."

"I'm pretty sure some guy made it by accident and his wife thought it looked beautiful."

"That sounds about right."

"Who invented shampoo?"

"Someone who tried putting laundry detergent in their hair, but realized it didn't work."

"So then they tried something that was between soap and laundry detergent."

"And bam! Shampoo was born."

"It was born?" I giggled at his remark.

"You know what I mean."

"I do."

"What's being an only child like?"

"You're the only one that deals with your crazy parents."

"Your parents are crazy?"

"They're Italian."

"Oh yea."

"My parents have a restaurant and my dad threw a table across the dining room."

"Why?"

"Some guy said the spicy sausage pizza was too spicy."

"That's dumb."

"Yep. He fired someone for asking who Alfredo was and why we're not serving him for the rest of the day."

"Who's that dumb?"

"I don't understand how they got hired."