Author's notes:
Again, thank you to all reviewers. (I already had this chapter all plotted out, BobbyD, which is why he isn't using hair tonic.)
All right, I confess: I have a tiny case of writer's block. Very tiny, and I could probably get over it quickly if I wanted to, but I'm wrapping up Not Even Memories, so that's taking up all of my writing time. Anyway, the next update will hopefully be fairly soon.
In his dorm, Bobby stared at his notepad blankly. John had disappeared somewhere, offering Bobby no help whatsoever. The Iceman was contemplating on how to find hair that would work. Not many people had blonde or curly hair, and no one besides himself had both. The only person he could think of with slightly curly hair of the correct length had dark hair, and was lethal besides. His incredible hearing might cause him to wake up just from the sound of a razor. Yes, Logan definitely wasn't the greatest choice, but he seemed to be the only one he had.
Bobby needed to find hair dye, though. One of the girls had to have some – the problem was finding which one.
And that was how he ended up ransacking one of the girls' bathrooms when he should have been doing algebra. The girls most likely to use this one were currently at the mall, so his chance of being discovered was slim.
"Hah!" He had discovered a drawer full of shampoos, hair spray, makeup, and dye. And yes, there was one that had a hair sample taped on it that was about his color. Shaking it, he found that it was half full. Now to get the hair.
Luckily, Logan had developed a habit on these hot days right before school let out. He got up in the morning at the unearthly hour of four AM to exercise when it was still cool, and slept through most of the afternoon, when the air conditioning refused to lower the temperature to less than 75 degrees Fahrenheit, way too hot to do anything but laze around. Of course, the temperature didn't really bother Bobby, except for the fact that his ice melted quicker and everyone was bugging him to make his or her room cooler. (They just didn't understand how much energy it took him, apparently.)
At any rate, right now Logan should be sound asleep, just waiting for Bobby to snip off some of his hair. Unfortunately, it would have to be snipped rather than shaved, as the electric buzz of a razor would probably wake him.
Bobby pressed his ear to Logan's door, listening for movement. Nothing. Slowly opening the door as silently as he could, Bobby crept in.
Logan was snoring softly, sprawled on top of his bed with what were obviously the thinnest clothes he could find on. Scissors and baggie in hand, Bobby tiptoed up to Logan's head. Bobby could see his eyes twitching behind his eyelids; Logan must be having another one of his nightmares. Bobby tried not to think about what had happened to the last person who had woken Logan when he was dreaming. Somehow, Bobby doubted that he would heal if Logan stabbed him.
Logan's hair was all weird and gel-less, drooping over his head sadly. Two clumps were a tad longer than the rest of it, apparently the "tufts". They were the only part of Logan's hair that would be long enough. Holding his breath, Bobby slid the open scissors into the hair, and – snip. A long clump fell off, which Bobby lightly caught.
Snip. Snip. Snip. Chunks of hair were deposited into Bobby's baggie until he estimated he had enough. Logan now looked like…Not a wolverine, that's for sure. He looked as though a crazy axe murderer had tried to behead him several times, but had hit his hair instead.
Extremely relieved to still be in one piece, Bobby crept out of Logan's room.
