Lovebug

Blonde

Miguel walks into the salon before me.
"Do you take walk-ins?"
He asks a woman putting on a black apron.

"Sure thing!"
"My friend here screwed her hair up pretty bad, do you think you could make it blonde?"
"It will definitely damage the hair if it was bleached recently. But I can make it blonde no problem."
"Alright, we'll do that then."
"It'll cost around 85$ for the bleaching and toning and conditioning."
"Sounds like a plan to me"
80$. Jesus. Christ.

The woman gestures towards a black chair in front of a mirror.
9:07.
She is touching my hair.
9:08.
She's still just touching it.
9:09.
"Sweetheart, what were you thinking?"
"I was going for a sort of Dolly Parton and came out with a sort of Strawberry Shortcake"
"Isn't that always how it goes?"

At 9:10 she pulls out a pair of scissors.
"Is it okay if I trim your split ends?"
"Yeah. That's fine."

This is the first time my hair has been cut by anyone who isn't my brother.

9:17 she mixes a blue powder and a white liquid.
It smells terrible.
9:17.
She brushes it into my hair.
Miguel plays a game on his phone.
9:29.
She covers it in aluminum foil.
"Alright, we're gonna leave this in for 25 minutes. Tell me if it starts to burn."
"Alright."

What am I going to do, in this chair, for 25 minutes?
Think.
25 minutes.
In my head.

I need a cigarette.
Of course I didn't bring any.
Left my phone at home.

9:30.
I start whistling the Three's Company theme song.
9:30.
Miguel tells me to shut up.
9:30.
I don't.

9:31.
Miguel gives me a death stare.
If looks could kill.
9:31.
I stop whistling the Three's Company theme song.

How long has it been since I brushed my teeth?
Did I step on any cracks on the way here?
Did I lock the door?
Did I leave the oven on?
Of course I didn't leave the oven on, I've never used the oven.

"Miguel?"
"Yeah?"
"Did I lock the door?"
"I think so?"
"You're gonna need to know so."
"Yes. You locked the door."
"Are you just saying that?"
"Do you have your keys?"
"Yes."
"Then you locked the door."
"Fine."

9:37.
Come and knock on our door.
9:38.
We've been waiting for you.
9:39.
Where the kisses are hers and hers and his.
9:40.
Three's company too!

God I'm bored.

At 9:45 a woman walks in.
She's got blue hair and grown out roots.
The Hairdresser is real friendly with her.
She sits next to me.

She has green eyes.

At 9:54 I'm having my hair rinsed.

9:55.
Blowdry.
9:56.
Toner.
More waiting.

God this is hell.
"Migueeeeeeelll"
"Yes?"
"I'm so boooooooored."
"Sorry, bug. Nothin' I can do."
"Tell me a story"
"Once upon a time this annoying girl bleached her hair during a panic attack and her heroic friend Miguel came along and saved the day. Also he was hot. The end."
"That story sucked."
"Sorry, that's all I've got."
"You suck."
"You got that right!" He winks at me.
"Gross."

The blue haired girl laughs.