Boys

My mother, furious, stormed out, called my dad and left without even saysing good-bye. Not saying that needed one, but the fact that she's my mom. So, deal with it.

"Hey, babe! Look on the bright side." Noah wraps an arm around my waist.

"What bright side?" I ask pushing him away.

"You like me." He states. HAHA!! Real funny I think.

"In your dreams buttercup." I reply.

"Buttercup!? Who you callin' buttercup!?"

"You, ya douche bag!"

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Zander walks in with a bag of supplies,

"What are you, playing doctor?" I tease.

"Haha," he laughs sarcasticlly "very funny."

"Well?"

"Well, I'm here to give you a hair cut." "You? You must be joking!" I giggle looking at him. He glares back. "Or..or not." I nervously smile.

"Yes, a hair cut." I run my fingers through my long curly brown hair, and shake my head. He grabs scissors and snip them getting closer and closer to my hair.

"What are you, Edward Scissor hands?" He looks at me like really? Now you bring up that? I grin, but he puts his stuff away "Fine, don't be a good friend." I sigh.

"I'll tell you what, you can dye it." His eyes widen with a smile as he turns his head to look at me. He rubs his hands together and smiles evilishly.

"But, you have to promise never to do that again." I point.

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Two hours later, my hair went from brown to blue. My black eyes contrast with my hair. I slap my hands to my mouth.

Zanders smile falters,

"What? You don't like it?" I shake my head fast.

"I love it!" I stand up and run to hug him.

"Stooopp, your making me blush." He says pushing me away.

"I should probably call my mom and explain some stuff," I say "later." He waves to me.