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Chapter 13: Black Hair Dye!
The night was speckled with freckles of light. Thesand shown with the light of moon, and the waves crashed rhythmically against the shore. "Oh Richard, it is absolutely glorious."
"I thought you would like it," He smirked. It had taken him weeks to pick the perfect place to ask Kori to marry him. "You aren't to cold, are you."
"No, the temperature of the air is perfect." Her accent was highlighted in the jumbled words. "Shall we go swimming?"
"I think it's to late for that now, Kori." The redheads lips visibly dropped to the floor. A visible puppy dog pout displayed itself upon her lips. "We don't have swimsuits, anyway."
"In my country it is quite acceptable to swim in the nude," Kori smiled. Redness seemed to be a daily occurrence on Richard's face, ever since he had started dating her. "Are you alright, boyfriend Richard?"
A small cough arose in his throat. 'I guess Kori isn't as innocent as I thought.' "Yeah, I'm fine. I just had something caught in my throat."
"At dinner, you said that you wished to speak with me." The moon made her want to wrap Richard in a warm embrace. "I am beginning to grow curious."
"I wanted to ask you," Richard began. Clambering down on one knee, he stared up into her emerald eyes. "Will you marry me?"
A scream pierced the night air; it echoed so loudly that the neighboring beach houses turned on their lights, and began to scream. It was surprising that the whole city did not awaken. "Yes! I would be delighted to marry you!"
She wrapped her arms around his wiry body, and began to embrace him. It would have been a nice hug, if she didn't have the strength of a two thousand pound bear. He cough, "Kori."
"My apologies," she squealed. His pleasantly peach face had turned a deep purple, and his eyes were bulging slightly. Despite the pain that shown on his face, he still managed to keep smiling. "I have forgotten our hug training."
After they had first started dating, Richard had learned the meaning of the words 'love can kill. Anyone who encountered one of her hugs of death, would understand what he was talking about. He patted her shoulder, "Don't worry."
Kori whimpered, "I hope that, I haven't done any bodily harm."
"No, I'm just fine." She looked upset; he knew what he had to do. Stripping off all of his clothes, heran towards the icy, salty ocean. "Meet you in the water!"
The next day...
"Did you hear," Victor laughed. He hurled himself through Garfield's door. "Richard managed to get himself arrested for skinny-dipping!"
"Have you ever hear of knocking," Garfield blushed. A bottle of quick-remover black hair dye was hidden behind his back. "I could have been taking a shower, or something!"
A slow, evil smile appeared on Victor's face. He asked, "What cha' hiding?"
"Nothing," he blushed. "It isn't anything important."
His smile was growing with every passing word. "Then why don't you show me, what's behind your back?"
Slowly, he began to back away from his smirking friend. "It's just a personal item, that's all."
"Come 'ere grass stain." Without the slightest effort, his hand managed to grasp the hair darkener. "You're dying your hair black."
"It washes out in water," he said nervously. Gar cried, "it isn't like it's permanent."
"This is for Rachel, isn't it!" His friends voice sounded like his old foster parent's; it was cruel, gruff and harsh. "I thought you said, that you told her who you were."
"Well, I…" The words that exited his throat shook like Jell-O. "I haven't gotten around to it, yet."
Victor scowled, "You are going to break that poor girl's heart."
"I will not," he rejected. "It's just that…. I think she liked me better this way. You should see the way she looks at me. She hated me, until I became George."
"You have to tell her," he cried. "You can't let things go to far."
"I know!" He had vowed to tell Rachel everything from the beginning, but he couldn't bear her hatred. "I'll tell her."
"Good," Vic responded. "Want to play some Mega Monkeys Four?"
He frowned, "I can't! I'm meeting Rachel at a book convention."
"Man, you have got it bad." The teasing was covering up his true feeling. He was very worried about his friend; he was going to end up crushed. "I hope you know what you're doing."
"I hope so, too." He quickly began to concoct the hair dye. "Help me, would you?"
The soft feeling of warm bath water caressed her exhausted flesh. The smell of lavender filled the air, forming a cloud of fog as it collided with the steam. The bathrooms for the dormitory were clean and rust free. Unlike most public washrooms, they had bathtubs instead of showers. "I can't believe, I actually started dated him."
Climbing out of the heated water, she pulled herself out of the dampen liquid. Ever since that faithful night at the authors performance, she had successfully started going steady with George Hammock. She was in love with that ridiculous fool. She yelled, "Kori, could you hand me my clothes?"
There were no noises in the bathroom, but she could have sworn that her friend had come into the restroom.. Maybe she was still upset about Richard getting arrested. Shrugging off her reasoning, she wrapped a towel around her body and crept into the main part of the rest room. "At least nobody will bug me, if I'm alone."
Truthfully, she actually wished for a friends companionship. There was something wrong with George; he never let her go near him. Every time she reached for him, he would jump away from her. At first, she thought that it had been her. Maybe she wasn't good enough for a man like him. "Why the hell did I forget my clothes?"
It wasn't like her to run around their dormitory in a towel, but she had forgotten to bring her clothes into the bathroom. 'I must have left it in the room,' she concluded. Everything still remained silent, as she tiptoed down the hall. This could have be one of the most embarrassing moments of her life.
"Rachel?"
'Great of all the moments George would show up, he has to arrive when I'm creeping down the hallway half naked.' The grayness of her cheeks was replaced with a soft pink glow. "Hello George."
A smile was on his lips, and he seemed to be studying her figure. 'It looks like he isn't gay; maybe there really is something wrong with me. Why else wouldn't he touch me?' "Something tells me that you're not ready."
She blushed harder, "not quite."
"Actually, I like your outfit." He licked his lips, "it's very fetching."
"Thank you," she whispered. "I'll be out in a moment."
She immediately rushed into her dorm room. This has to be the most embarrassing thing she had ever experienced. "Shit! He probably thinks that I'm a complete imbecile."
The bag that had withheld her formal outfit was gone. After five minutes of panicked searching, the dress was nowhere to be found. "Oh, that's just great!"
A knock on the door interrupted her jumbled thoughts. "Hey Rachel, can I come it?"
"Yeah," She responded. Everything was going wrong, how could she have lost her new clothes? "One second."
The towel clung to her wait, as she forced the door to unlock. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, but I think that you should go to the convention without me." The stress was beginning to get to her. She ran her pale hand over her lavender hair. "I managed to lose my clothes."
"That's alright, you look better without them." A smirk returned to his eyes, and Rachel smacked him. "That hurt!"
She frowned, "Serves you right."
"Iwant tobe with you," George whispered. His hand slid over her own, and their eyes met. "I know this really great beach that you would enjoy. Swimming can be a really great stress remover!"
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