Author's notes:
So much for that writer's block…I was bouncing ideas off my dad (he came up with some great ones, many of which I incorporated), and now I have this whole thing planned out. Unfortunately for some of you guys, we decided there wasn't a way to really bring the girl in without making it totally cliché.
I've been meaning to say this for a while: The idea from this story came from my little random word generator. I got the idea for the generator from Challenge in a Can and I also used many of Challenge in a Can's words. (And in case you're wondering, my generator isn't on the internet and has only shared with one of my friends.)
Again, thanks to all my reviewers, and, no matter who you are, please review! (Even if you totally hate this…Just don't flame.)
"This isn't how it's supposed to work," Bobby groaned. He was using special toupee glue, leftover from an old prank, but the hair still didn't want to stick. For all the good it was doing, it could have been water.
Throwing the bottle down in frustration, Bobby resolved to find something more effective. After wiping the useless glue off his precious hair, Bobby dumped out the contents of his prank bag. The bag contained the leftovers from all the pranks he had ever done. Several of these pranks had involved glue, from Elmer's to that toupee stuff, to…rubber cement. Perfect. Bobby picked up the can and beamed at it. This stuff had to work.
On second thought, would it work too well? This was heavy-duty stuff. But his other choices weren't too great, and he definitely wasn't going to put Superglue on his face.
Shrugging off his doubts, Bobby dipped the locks of hair (he had taken great care to make sure the locks didn't break apart) into the liquid glue. Quickly, before it could dry, he pressed the hair to his face.
After ten minutes of painstakingly cautious work, and a couple more minutes of drying time, his beard was complete. Running a hand over it, Bobby grinned in satisfaction. He had done a great job; the hair was evenly spaced and felt like an authentic beard. But that was just by feel. Bobby picked up the hand-held mirror he had taken from the girls' bathroom and looked into it.
His face fell as he realized something. How in the world did he manage to forget the dye? Yes, his beard looked wonderful, but it wasn't remotely blond. Well, the hair seemed firmly fixed to his face. He should be able to dye it as he would a real beard.
Bobby looked at his bottle of hair dye, reading the instructions. "So you take this tube thing, mix it with the stuff in the bottle, shake, and 'apply to hair'. Sounds simple enough."
Five minutes later, Bobby was following the instructions in the nearest bathroom. Restless, Bobby had to prevent himself from pacing, something that was decidedly an "old-person" behavior. The bottle insisted on him waiting almost half-an-hour before he could rinse the dye out. And he couldn't leave the bathroom to do something constructive, in case anyone saw him.
Finally, he could rinse the stuff out. As he did, he realized his newly dyed beard looked a little odd. Slowly and apprehensively, Bobby looked into the mirror. His beard…He couldn't have moved or spoken if his life depended on it. All he could do was make an odd squeaking sound.
I know, I'm a bad writer for the cliffhanger ending. But now I'm practically guaranteed that you'll all come back! :D
