The Becoming of Blue

One

One

So I guess I've always been obsessed with the thought of dying my hair this insanely intense blue colour from the age of say, seven. Maybe, it was because the colour blue was the colour of my idol's hair. My idol, a fictional character from a geeky sci-fi movie series that I've been obsessed with my whole life. Or maybe it was because... who am I kidding of course it's the former.

Now, I stand in front of a whole shelf of drugstore hair dye and staring at the particular intense, electrifying blue shade of hair dye I've ever seen. No hair dye I've ever glanced at before has ever looked like this but... what if the dye inside is different, the shiny box on the front photoshopped or something. I bite my lip as the sudden urge to grab the box of dye and buy it burns from the inside out.

But I can't risk doing something as... drastic as that. I mean, I've managed to maintain an element of invisibility in my high school and I like to keep it that way. Comfortably blended in, in the background. I'm that person in the picture who isn't noticeable. I mean, I'm a plain Jane. Well, my name isn't Jane. In fact it's the most obnoxious name I can think of, Blue. To match my eyes of course, the only unplain thing I can't tone down.

It's like a more intense colour than Frodo's from Lord of the Rings, I guess, well I've been told. But anyway, dying my hair would cost me my invisibility and I might get some shit for it. I mean, I've managed to scrape through sophmore year with no incidents whatsoever and I'd like to keep it that way. But.... that box of hair dye just screams at me from it's spot on the shelf. The flawless guy modelling the colour on the front threatening to slice me with his cheekbones.

'He-lo? Blue? Earth to Bluey!'

Her voice cuts through my train of intense brooding like a knife and I turn to my best friend Eleanor as she stands, two boxes of dye in each hand and holding them beside her head as if to say; which would look better?

'Which colour, Blue? I can't decide. I'm tired of purple and honestly, I need a change,' she says. 'And purple isn't even in anymore.'

I bite my lip.

I glance from the lime green to the fiery red and Eleanor is staring at me with those saucer eyes like she wants to kill me.

'Uh, I don't know,' I shrug. 'My arms are tired.'

It's true, and not just an excuse to escape the drug-store that smells like plastic and roses. I'm holding not just my shopping bags but Eleanor's. Clothes are heavy you know.

'Urgh, seriously Blue, you're terrible at decisions,' says Eleanor rolling her eyes. I'm surprised her eyes haven't rolled their way out of her sockets already, she's done the eye roll a zillion times today and frankly, it's getting on my last nerve. As a person who avoids confrontation at all costs, I shrug my shoulders and distract myself with thoughts of Captain Cadmus. A.K.A. Captain ManCandy.

Seriously though, that guy is like an honest-to-god super hunk. I mean, who couldn't fall in love with a face like his, even as a kid I knew he was super good looking. Ha! I bet that's what made me realise that I'm gay. I think any guy would go gay for him and I don't think that's much of an exaggeration.

'BLUE! Stop daydreaming and hurry up, my roots aren't getting any lighter here.'

Fifteen drugstore's later and a bus ride home (don't make fun of me, I'm saving for a car okay) and I'm home. To my boring surburban neighbourhood in the middle of Ohio and the plainest place you can get. The most exciting thing to do is visit the garden centre with the 'largest collection of Gnomes in USA!' Sure. I can't wait to go to college.