Blackmail

My little, big lie

I had done it. I was finally done washing my hair and now blow drying it so that I can see the finished product. "Can I come in gummy bear!" asked my extremely gay friend, Kyle, from outside the washroom door. "Sure Kit Kat." I said to him.
Let me explain the names. One time, when Kyle and I had gotten completely and utterly drunk, we talked about our favourite candy for 2 hours. The boys had told us this after because we didn't remember anything at all, and we decided those who'd be our nicknames. Apparently Kyle doesn't even like Kit Kats though.
"Is it almost dry?" He asked as he stepped into the bathroom. "Yeah, I think it's done." I said. I turned off the hair dryer and looked in the mirror at my new, colourful hair. I had dyed it mostly blue with a little bit of purple at the tips (picture above). "It looks A+ mazing gurl. Completely fabulous. I love it!!" "Ya, so do I." I said. "Now what are you gonna do about your hair tonight." He said, his voice getting quieter.
I know I told you at the beginning of the story that I hadn't told anyone my big secret, but I lied. I told Kyle, only because he's my stylist. He designs all of my outfits and he made the beautiful mask that I wear every time I go on. He's also my manager. He arranges my exit plan, makes sure nobody finds out who I actually am. Kyle does everything really, except play the music.
"Well I usually put the non-permanent pink dye in so how about we just put the pink over the purple and say I changed it up a little." "Sounds good to me. Listen gummy bear, I got to go, but I'll pick you up at 9:30 okay."
I put my lovely new hair up into a messy bun and went downstairs. "Hey, how does it look?" I ask Jai and Skip, who were sitting on the couch. "Sick." said Skip. "Nice. Did Kyle leave?" said Jai. "Ya. He's picking me up for work at 9:30 though." I said to him. "Oh ya, it's gonna be packed there tonight. I heard Disk Killer is playing." said Skip. "Oh ya I know. I bunch of sweaty people yelling at me to get them drinks. Great." I say, lying right to their faces.
I feel guilty sometimes, for keeping such a big part of my life a secret from them. But I can't tell them. I just... can't.
"Ey, boys. Ronnie just called. He got us tickets for Disk Killer tonight at Carter's bar." "Beau, it's not my bar. You've got to learn the name of it eventually." I say while laughing, but inside, I was screaming. Their going to see Disk Killer. Their going to see me. Oh shit.