Sea of Black.
Chapter 13.
"Alice!" I called out, pulling on a pair of jeans and grabbing the nearest t-shirt.
She popped her head in, having heard me clearly since her room was next to mine. "Problem?" she asked.
"I was thinking about doing some shopping and getting my hair done tomorrow. Do you know any good places?" I asked.
A blinding grin spread across her lips, and I swore she skipped like a freaking leprechaun into my room, settling herself on the end of my bed.
"I'm sensing a makeover taking place right under my nose," she said, her hazel eyes trying to coax the secrets out of me.
I shrugged. "I just think its time to update my style," I told her.
She nodded, her dimples on full display. "You came to the right woman. My ma is a hairdresser in Belfast. They held the gay parade there the other year, and I have been a master with hair ever since. It'll save you some dosh if you let me cut it for you. As for clothes, well, I'll need to know what style you're looking for before I take you out. There's no point in us trekking across London if you don't know what you're looking for."
She looked at me expectantly as I stood there, feeling out of my depths. "Uh...I have no idea," I admitted. "You can cut my hair for me though as long as it isn't too drastic.
She stood up, patting me on the shoulder. "Don't ye worry about a thing, I'll have ya looking like a runaway model in a jiffy. Just sit back and relax," she soothed me.
I took a deep breath, nodding as I jumped forward into the unknown, hoping that I wouldn't regret this.