"You're joking, right?" 16-year-old Meta Durand stared at her best friend incredulously.
"Why not? I mean, what else are you going to tomorrow?" Meena replied, tying her long brown hair into a messy bun, her usual do.
Meta sat back on her best friend's bed and continued scrolling down her tumblr. The purple haired, flamboyant girl certainly wasn't willing to back down from a challenge, but actually spending all day downtown in an attempt to hunt the beautiful boys of One Direction before their signing and performance that evening seemed ridiculous.
"I was actually planning on chilling at the park or something that doesn't include thinking and sulking over the fact that we didn't manage to win any tickets to MusiquePlus's show tomorrow night," she answered Meena sarcastically.
"Shutup, we both know you want to okay? Now come over here, I want to mess around with these colours!" Meena dragged her tanned friend to the edge of the bed in order to be able to dye her hair.
Gladly allowing Meena to transform her long, thick hair, Meta decided to continue her fanfic.
I dragged myself home with what little energy I had left. Was my mother already there, waiting to blame Selena's death on me? Or was she still at the hospital, driven to near insanity with grief over the passing of the only child she ever truly loved and cared for? I didn't know, but I didn't really care. All I could focus on were the last words Sel managed to utter to me, "I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you, I'm sorry that I couldn't step up and be your big sister; that you had to be the brave one. I'm honoured, truly honoured to have known you, and more so to be able to say that you, Rosie, are my sister, and my keeper. I just wish that I could've been your sister and not your parasite."
I wish I could've been your sister and not your parasite. Just thinking about it made the tears come again.
"Shit," Meena's voice brought Meta back to reality. She turned slightly to see purple dye all over Meena's shirt.
"The container exploded," she explained sheepishly, and Meta couldn't help but burst into fits of laughter.
"Oh god, Mee, I love you," Meta said, helping her clumsy friend out of her slimy, now purple, shirt.
After cleaning up the mess, Meena finished with Meta's hair. She dried it, and when Meta saw herself in the mirror, it was all she could do not to let her jaw drop. Meena had done a fantastic job. Meta's long hair was transformed into wavy, pale pink locks with a few purple undertones.
"All perfectly done up for Niall," Meena said mischievously and Meta playfully pushed her friend away.
"So you in?" Meena pressed while standing up.
"Hell yeah," Meta grinned.