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Whip Your Hair

🎵"We stand, strong, together~!

Here are hearts, beat, forever~!

We stand, strong, together~!

We're in, this, forever~!

This one's for you~!"🎵

This was you. Today you were in an empty classroom during the free period, with Theresa since the boys were busy, while doing involuntary karaoke. No one was in the room but you two, but that was okay. You had just finished "This one's for you" during your turn, making Theresa clap with a big smile. "(Y/n), your voice is amazing!" She says. "You're like a superstar!"

You smile at her remark. "Thanks, T!" You say. "But I'm not that good." 

"No, you're great!" 

You both giggle a bit, then begin to hear a growing commotion outside. Chatter and quick footsteps moving throughout the hallways. Not panic though, just footsteps. "Huh?" You say, looking toward the door. "What's that?" 

"Club sign ups!" Theresa says as she looks over. "One of them must be nearby outside. ...Oh! That reminds me, I gotta sign up for baton twirling in the band! See you later!" 

Teresa grabs her things and runs out the door. You chuckle and also walk out a bit after her, just to see a long line of boys. All with mustaches. You look and see that they were going to the Secret Stache Society. Figures. All the rumors you've heard about it were pointless. But, nonetheless, that wouldn't stop these boys. You start to walk past them, heading upstairs to the upper hallway, until you saw Randy and Howard. Each with a mustache.

Randy had a long and low handlebar mustache. Howard had a big bushy one that spread all across his lip. Your eyes widen in surprise. "Uh... guys? Whatcha doing?" You ask as you walk over to them. 

They both look at you. "Hey, (Y/n)!" Randy says.

 "Don't mind us, (L/n)!" Howard adds. "We're just joining the best club ever!!" 

"I heard they have a secret cafeteria!"

 "I heard they have a full-time masseuse!" 

"I heard they had a supercomputer that does all your homework!" 

"We'll never have to learn again!!" 

"Guys," You say. "You know none of that can be true, right?"

Before they could answer, the door to the club began to click, making every boys' head snap to it. The door opened to reveal a skinny man with an elegant appeal (and mustache, obviously). "Converge, young McStachlings!" The boys cheer and go in one by one, getting their mustaches approved. You were dragged with the crowd, forced toward the door.

 "This is it, Howard!" Randy said, not noticing you. "You, me, Stache Society, we're DOING IT!!" 

But right as he got to the door, as if on cue, he inhaled a few times, then sneezed, his "mustache" coming clean off. The club leader looked unamused, wiping the sneezed-off mustache from his shirt. "We've got a smoothie here!"

"Wow, that is weird!" Randy said as convincingly as he could. "My real mustache blew off! Let me just go grow another one! Howard, come with me!"

 He looks to you, and you only shrug. He then turns and sees Howard in the room already. "No smoothies here!" The instructor says. 

He then turns to you. He grabs a bit of your hair and looks at it, tugging a little. You wince a little. "Hey--!"

"Pity," he says. "If your hair was shinier and longer, you could've joined the Secret Style Society. It's like the Stache, but for ladies with lovely hair!"