"WAIT! WHAT?!" I almost yelled.

"Your hair." Dinger was holding a grocery bag.

"What's wrong with my hair?" I asked looking at it. I looked up to see Dinger looking for an explanation himself.

We were less than 5 days from the dance. Bobby had gone out to do who knows what. And Dinger came over, having no idea that Bobby was gone. We ended up hanging out for a bit.

Until he said he had to run to the store. He limped out of the house down the street to the store and back. I had thought he had bought food so we could read comics and stuff. But, no he went and bought hair dye.

"It's fine, it's just." He looked around

"Just what?" I was becoming scared and impatient.

"It doesn't really say fun." I looked at him confused.

"I didn't know hair could speak." I said sarcastically sitting on Bobby's bed.

He rolled his eyes. "And what is my hair supposed to say?" I cocked an eyebrow. Before he could say anything I said, "Further more, what does my hair say at this very peculiar moment?"

"Look at my hair." I nodded. "It says fun and party animal." And dumbass if you ask me, I said to myself. He looked at mine, taking a piece of my hair and throwing it up. "And yours says," I looked him dead in the eyes. "Dull and stuck up bitch. I also find old people fascinating."

"Hey," I pointed at him. "That's rude mister." He shrugged.

"Hey, that's rude missy. Stealing my catch phrases." I laughed.

"So what do you want to do with my hair?" I asked.

"Well first we gotta bleach it." I almost fainted, but instead I threw my self on Bobby's bed, probably the most commotion it has ever had.

"It's not that bad, trust me." He said, I groaned.

"That's just it, I can't trust you." He rolled his eyes.

"C'mon." He started walking towards the bathroom.

I sighed loud enough for him to hear before rolling over and walking to the bathroom. There he was sitting on the edge of the bath tub.

"Ok well the bleaching first and then the dying." He pulled out 2 bottles of hydrogen peroxide and a dye brush, whatever it's called.

"Why are we doing this again?" I asked.

"For the dance. You know to spice it up and get you a... date." He said the last part quietly.

"What colour are you dying it? " I was rather scared becuase I don't think he's ever done this before.

"You'll have to find out. You should probably change too." With out questioning I ran back to the room and changed into an old spaghetti strap and old blue shorts. I ran back.

"Ok, sit here." He was reading a piece of paper. I sat in the tub grabbing a towel on the way and putting it around my shoulders.

He poured peroxide into a bowl and before he started putting it on my hair I stopped him.

"Dinger, you're my best friend and I trust you."

"I know you do Lilah that's why I'm um, helping. Yeah helping."

Blow drying it and repeating. He took for what felt like an eternity until he said he was done. I got up and looked into the mirror.

"OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!" I looked nothing like myself. My hair was completely blonde and it did not look right. Just then Bobby walked into the bathroom.

"Indian mating ritual?" He said looking from Dinger to me. "You know what I'll just leave you too be." And with that he walked to the room and closed the door.

"What did he just say?" I turned around.

"Oh, nothing just a Bobby spasm." He chuckled nervously. "Don't worry you look fine. We're not done though. " he grabbed my shoulders and lead me to the tub and sat me down in it.

"How long will this take?" I was becoming antsy.

"About an hour or two? I don't know I've never done this before." He laughed. I couldn't believe this. "Don't worry. What could possibly go wrong? "

Everything, I thought to myself. "Okay, but please do hurry. I have somewhere to be in 3 hours." He looked surprised.

"Oh really?" He continued to apply the dye mixture he made.

"Yeah. With Joel." Joel had called Bobby and asked to speak with me. He had asked if I wanted to got it the movies with him. As friends I had asked because he was with Laine.

"Wait a minute. Did you say Joel?" He asked. I nodded as he got done mixing the dye.

"Is there a problem?" I asked looking up at him. I never really noticed how weird his face looked. Like God Dinger's ugly. The dye was cool against my head. I don't know why but I got this really weird feeling.

"No, no it's just ya know. My best friend is going out with, A COMPLETE LUNATIC. Ya ever wonder why we call him psycho Joel? Well you're gonna find out tonight."

"Yeah sure, and I'm a Looney for accepting. Sure." I laughed causing him to lose balance and fall into the tub with me.

"It may be the chemicals talking but, has anyone ever told you, you look hot with hair dye on?"

"No." I laughed even harder. "You're the first."

"And hopefully the last." He smirked.

"What?" He chuckled.

"Nothing."

"Just hurry and finish my hair Dinkle."

He pushed me softly.

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It had been an hour or so. I lost track of time. Totally forgot about Joel, I feel bad.

"Ok, you're done. Now we gotta wash it." I leaned back as Dinger got out of the tub. He turned the water on.

My hair was now being washed out. I didn't trust him doing it because he was trying to drown me. Literally. We dried my hair with the towel. I got up and looked in the mirror.

"So what do you think? " he was standing behind me.

"Well it looks great. Only problem is. " he looked at me concerned. "I look like you."

"Hey, what can I say. Everyone wants to be me." He threw his hands up.

"You're so full of it." I turned and bumped into him, hitting his broken leg.

"Ouch. What was that for?" He grabbed for his leg, causing him to fall.

"Classic Dinger." I chuckled helping him up and to Bobby's room. "Hey open the door." I banged on the door.

Bobby opened the door, talking on the phone. "Yeah, okay see you tomorrow Laine."

Dinger and I looked at each other as Bobby hung up.

"Who's that Bobby?" We said at the same time. Dinger smirking, and I laughing.

"It was nobody." Bobby said laying down looking at the ceiling.

"Okay yeah, sure." I layed down in my cott next to him, Dinger following in his. There was a long silence.

"Best friends right?" I said breaking it, looking from Bobby to Dinger.

"Always." Bobby put his arm around my shoulder. Our 'beds' were right next to each other. So if I rolled over I would either be in Dinger or Bobby's cott and they would be on the floor.

"Always." Dinger put his around my shoulder too. I tensed a little under his touch. What the hell is wrong with me. I've been acting weird around my him all day.

"So now what?" I asked.

"I don't know." Dinger said.

"We sleep." Bobby turned over and went to sleep.

I turned over now facing Dinger. "Indian mating ritual huh?" I smirked.

"Go to sleep mini me." He said throwing a pillow on my face.

I laughed softly falling asleep.
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Well here's a chapter. Not very good but It's still a chapter. I wonder if I should start doing other stories. Like Ralph Macchio or Les Anderson. All that good stuff. Idk should I?