The story is about a girl (brooklyn) who's dad is really close to the why don't we boys's producer so she
has to"date" one of the boys for publicity. The only problem , she's a total snob and gets whatever she wants. Her whole life turns around whe...
After 30 minutes of cutting , an hour dying, halfand hour blow drying my thick hair , then straining my curls and curling it for bigger curls JamesFINNALYfinishes my hair.
He just died my tips blond , gave me layers and cut all my dead ends off.
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"OHHH MY goddddd. You look 1000× better !!" Brooklyn claps her hands in astonishment.
I twirl around in the chair and look at my hair in my camera.
"Wow , I was scared , but I actually look amazing. Thank you so much James." I stand up hugging him.
"You are so very welcome. Your hair was all kinds of dead. Now it's like you came strait out of heaven." He says messing with my curls.
"Ok , sorry James but we have a sleep over to get too." She kisses his cheeks like 'the French??' And they say they're goodbyes.
"So , what's for tonight?" Brooklyn looks at me.
"We are going to have some fun ... it's only 5 so let's get going shall we?" I head to the room to pack some extra clothes.
"We're leaving ? I thought we were gonna stay here?" Brooklyn follows me to the room.
"Nope , you took me out of my element , I'm taking you , out of yours. " I raise an eyebrow.
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An hour car ride later.
Our uber pulls up to a small shack in the middle of the dessert. There's a huge garage next to it that's lit up very brightly. All you can hear from outback is engines running VERY LOUD and it's very bright. You can see tall light standing high from the front of the building.
"Hey mysty , I don't know about this. I still don't know what we're doing , and it's loud ...." she says as we walk up to the small shack.
There's a singular guy standing in the shack looking at his phone.
"One 100 and one 150 please " I smile at the older man who slowly looks up at us.
"Girls or guys bikes?" He says looking at our clothes.
" guys " I squint my eyes at this sexist idiot as I slam my money down.
"The changing stalls are out back." He gives us our tags.
"Ok , what are we doing??" Brooklyn grabs my hand.
"Dirt bike riding ..." I Bite my lip and hurry out back in excitement.
We walk to the changing stalls , I give broklyns some jeans and an old t shirt of mine, I put on the same , we wear old boots and I tie my hair in a bun as she puts her hair in a braid.
