Mind Control

Dyes

I hear three knocks at the door about ten minutes after. I peer through the hole, and sure enough, it's Ary. 

"Oi, mister and missus Jones," she nods at us as she walks in our room. "Lock the door, will you?"

"Jones, eh?" Drew smirks. "I has a girlfriend once by that name,"

"Well now she's your wife," replies Ary curtly. Turning to me, she says, "I love your beautiful blonde hair, I really do. It's the American dream. But we're going dark brown for you,"

"Dark brown?" I frown. "Couldn't a dirty blonde with adorable red streaks do?"

"Thanks for the flattery," she smiles, running a hand through her streaked Asian hair. "But no. Dark hair is much less noticeable,"

"Ugh, does that mean I'm doing dark too?" Drew groans. "I look horrible with black hair,"

I raised an eyebrow at that. "It was a dare, temporary hair dye," he mumbled, making Ary and I laugh.

"Alright," she said, clapping her hands together. This whole time, she had been rearranging and unpacking the stuff in her bag. It now lay across the floor and coffee table. "Who wants to go first?"

"Not me," Drew and I say together. I frown. "I'm a girl. My hair matters much more to me. Allow me to get acclamatized,"

"How do you get used to it if you haven't got it? And that's sexist. I love my hair," he defended.

"I need to get used to the idea. Right now, there's no guarantee I won't start crying and thrashing,"

"Don't be a baby, Lydia," he retorts, attempting to pick me up. I punch him in his stomach, causing him to kneel over.

"Use your words, not your body. Idiot," I spit.

"Oh, I can use both," he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "But after you get your hair dyed,"

"Wouldn't you like that," I roll my eyes. "Drew, just go. You've dyed your hair once before. I haven't,"

"I've gotten shot before, doesn't mean I should go first if we were faced with the mafia," he shot back.

"I hardly think being shot and getting your hair dyed can be compared," I roll my eyes. "When have you been shot?"

"When I was young, at one of my mom's galas," he grins wryly. "Jumped on the guy's back and bit his ear until he howled. The police had no trouble finding us after that,"

"If only that were the case now," I mutter. My cheeks redden as I think of William. "I hated those galas,"

"Tell me about it! Everyone was so arrogant and extravagant," he says.

"You look so lovely, dear. That dress suits your complexion oh so well," I hop around the room, pulling a British accent.

"Indeed it does. Did you inherit your mother's brains as well as looks?" he followed suit.

We go on with the impersonations until we can't go on any longer. We're on the ground behind the sofa, laughing so hard I swear I'm getting a workout. I look down to see my legs tangled in his. As I try to get up, I trip and fall, causing us both to howl in laughter once again.

"That.. Was... Hilarious," Drew says in between breaths.

"Shut... Up," I reply breathlessly. "Your ugly, hairy legs would make anyone fall,"

"Yeah, fall for me," he winks.

Rolling my eyes, I stand up, successfully this time. Ary! She's sprawled across the sofa, each of her limbs in a different direction.  Her almond-shaped eyes are closed and there is a bit of drool coming out the side of her mouth. Damn, even sleeping, she looks gorgeous.

"Ary?" I say loudly.

"Wha-" she abruptly wakes up and rolls off the couch, falling flat on the floor. "Lydia, I hate you,"

"Sorry! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she replied dryly. "But for that, you're going first. And no complaining! You guys have been arguing for years now,"

I laugh and roll my eyes at her hyperbole, but don't reply. Looking at the clock, I realize we have been talking for about an hour now. No wonder she fell asleep!

She grabs a bunch of stuff from the table and goes inside the bathroom, gesturing for me to follow her. I sit at the edge of the tub while she arranges things. Glancing at the mirror, I take one last look at my cascading blonde hair, before Ary comes in front of me. I wince at the snip snip of the scissors, and don't dare to look in the mirror again before my transformation is complete.