YouChannell 2012-2013- Chapter Seven: Illegally Blonde (July 4, 2012, 5:20 A.M.)

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Kishi whispered to Anima in the bathroom, washing the girl’s hair in the sink.

Anima tried the nod to the best of her abilities. “Yeah, I think we’re all right,” she whispered back.

Kishi nodded as she rinsed out the hair coloring in Anima’s hair. She got a cream-colored towel off the floor and wrapped the girl’s hair in it. Scrub, scrub, scrub and… whoosh! The towel was gone.

“How do I look?” Anima asked.

“You look great,” Kishi answered.

Anima looked in the mirror for proof. Sure enough, it was actually a pretty good dye job. Anima looked at her bestie and smiled gently.

Kishi blushed. “I learned how to dye hair back when I spent the night at Lidiya’s house last year,” she explained. Lidiya was one of Kishi’s and Anima’s friends.

This time, Anima’s smile got bigger.

“Here,” Kishi said, “You can wear these. I grew out of these a while ago, but you can have them if you want.”

Anima stared at the pink tank top, blue denim skirt, and periwinkle knee-high socks. She looked up at Kishi and smiled the biggest smile she had ever smiled in her entire life.

…

     “Jesus H. Christ! Why the fuck does the bathroom smell like bleach?!” Anima and Kishi heard Fern scream about two hours later.

Anima and Kishi woke up. Uh-oh… did they forget to wash out the bleach?

“Oh God, it does smell like bleach,” Katja replied back.

Uh-oh… they forgot.

“Who used up this much bleach?!” Greg inquired, “…And why is there hair dye on the floor?!”

Oh crap, did they forget to throw out the hair dye too?!

“Kishi, come down here!” Katja called out.

Kishi looked at Anima and whispered, “Oh crap!”

“Good luck with that,” Anima whispered back.

Kishi slowly walked into the living room where she saw Greg and Katja sitting on the stuffy orange couch frowning in disappointment.

“Kishi, this morning we saw hair dye and a bath towel on the bathroom floor,” Katja began, holding up the dye and towel Kishi had used last night, “And Greg and I are wondering if you know anything about this.”

Kishi jumped in panic; who would’ve thought she would be the first inquiry. She had to confess- wait, no. She could easily lie. “I-I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stuttered to the best of her abilities.

Too bad that didn’t save her ass.

“Kishi,” Greg said in a low voice, “Be honest. I know you’re into dying hair. So who’s hair did you dye?”

It was at this moment that Kishi knew- she was fucked. “It was… it was… it was Anima’s.”

And that what was when Anima’s name was called down to the living room. One foot out of her room, a couple of steps out of the hallway, and-

Needless to say, Greg was in utter shock. “How many bottles of bleach did you two use?” he asked.

But that didn’t take too long to answer because Niklas was doing laundry. “Where the fuck is all the bleach?” he inquired loudly and angrily.

Greg had a moment to process all that information. “I can’t believe it,” he said to himself, “All the bleach is gone.”

And that was how Anima and Kishi had to clean up the whole entire downstairs bathroom- white tile floors and all.

…

     “Why the fuck you look like Cynthia from Rugrats?” Riley asked Anima at around 10:30 right before Group Time.

“Cynthia from Rugrats?” Ryan said, “What the fuck are you on?! This bitch looks like that hooker from that Julia Roberts movie!”

“Oh, me so horny! Me love you long time!” Ryu-jin jokingly mocked the hooker from Full Metal Jacket instead of the hooker from that Julia Roberts movie.

Anima rolled her eyes. She couldn’t stand being compared to a fictional character’s doll… or a hooker.

Just then, Fern decided to open her big fucking mouth and exclaim, “Oh hell naw! Don’t you tell me that you’re trying to imitate Reese motherfucking Witherspoon from Legally motherfucking Blonde!”

That pissed Anima off. “What the fuck was that?!”

“I said don’t you tell me that you’re trying to imitate Reese motherfucking Witherspoon from Legally motherfucking Blonde! Hear that, motherfucker!”

Anima jumped out of her chair. “Who the fuck is Reese Witherspoon, and what the fuck do you mean with that?!”

“I mean that Reese Witherspoon is a beauty queen, and your skinny Asian ass ain’t EVER gonna match up to her!” Fern stuck out her chin and smirked.

…Which probably wasn’t the smartest decision because Anima sicced at her, but everything was compromised because Fern started fighting back.

And that was when Greg caught the two girls. Both he and Katja quickly dropped the clear plastic containers with paper and pens and restrained the two girls.

“WorldStar!” Ryu-jin shouted because he was a dumb ass.

Greg took Anima and Fern to the Vent Room. “Right, I want to know what you two are fighting about and how we can solve this problem,” he said.

“This bitch just called me Reese Witherspoon!” Anima shouted.

“I don’t know what the fuck she’s- I don’t know what she’s talking about!” Fern insisted.

Greg looked at Fern. “What’s this about Reese Witherspoon?”

“I said that she was never gonna match up to Reese Witherspoon’s character from Legally Blonde ’cause that’s who I thought she was trying to imitate.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much calling me ugly!”

“Hell, ain’t that the truth,” Fern thought bitterly because she didn’t want Greg getting onto her even more.

“Alright, listen up because I’m only going to say this once,” Greg said to the girls. “You both have trouble with your hair, right?”

Both girls hesitantly nodded; Fern started at her coarse straightened weave.

“Well here’s the deal,” Greg continued, “Some people are just mean when it comes to something that doesn’t matter to them… you know, something like hair. But you know what? Those opinions don’t matter. As long as your hair is healthy and washed, it is beautiful just the way it is.”

Anima and Fern looked at each other because they had no idea what the fuck Greg was talking about and knew he wanted them to just make up already.

Fern huffed and apologized for insulting Anima; Anima huffed and apologized for fighting Fern.

“Lizzie McGuire-looking bitch,” Fern thought bitterly.

“Shrill cunt,” Anima also thought bitterly.

“I’m proud of you two for apologizing to each other,” Greg said. He stood up and added, “Now how about going back to the living room?”

Anima and Fern reluctantly agreed and walked back into the living room with Greg. Group Time was mandatory after all.

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