TFPO Chapter 3

Red Pov

A few days of Graduation Parties later, The Bloo and I were collapsed on our bunk beds in our apartment.

"Hey Red?" Bloo asks from underneath me.

"What?"

"Check your scar." My eyebrows furrow.

"Why?"

"Just do it." Bloo Sighs in exasperation.

I pull up my wrist to check the one I got on this exact bunk bed. My eyebrows, then, Skyrocket. It's gone.

"I-it's gone…"

"I know."

"Wha-?! How?"

"How do I know, or how did it happen?"

I pause. "Er… Both?"

"Remember the day of graduation? When my project exploded?"

"yeah…"

"Your arm caught on fire and then it was gone."

"oh…" I take in the information. "well that makes no sense…"

"you think I don't know that?" she pauses. "something else happened that day…"

"You finally got asked out?" I tease, Leaping at the opportunity.

"What? No!"

"Poor Bloo…" I sigh pretending to be sorry for her.

"It's not like you get asked out any more than I do!"

I laugh nervously. "So… Eh… What happened that day?" I attempt to change the conversation frantically.

"I got a piece of rather large glass in my abdomen."

"WHAT?!" I lean off my bed to make sure you're okay.

"And the Gash… Just… Healed…"

I blink owlishly. "well that makes no sense…"

"I KNOW!"

"Right… Well… I'm going to bed." I pull my head back onto my bunk and shut my eyes. "G'night, Bloo!"

"Goodnight, Red" she sighs.

I wake up Groggy, as always. My eyes are barely open when I sit up and jump 6 feet out of bed. I walk into the bathroom, and grab my hair brush out of my drawer. I look into the mirror to get started on the matted mess that is my bed head.

My eyes snap open to fully take in my now black and red, straight, Hair. My jaw drops a little bit. I pull some in front of my face just to double check that it is, in fact, my hair. It is.

I rush back into Bloo and my's bedroom.

I begin to shake Bloo to get her to wake up. "Bloo! Bloo! This is not funny!"

Bloo's eyes slowly open and then widen, in much the same way mine did. It's then that I realize that her hair is the exact same way but with blue in place of the red.

"You- You didn't do this did you?"

She shakes her head. I rush back into the bathroom to inspect what has happened. The bangs and some surrounding hair has turned red and the rest is black. I take a closer look and notice subtle purple highlights. My eyes then lock onto their own reflection in the mirror. I stare for a moment before realizing that what used to be a blue is now a purple.

What is going on?

The rest of the day is spent without incident. In fact, the only difference is the obsessive double checking to make sure our hair is still the same color.

"You don't think that this has something to do with the experiment, do you?" I ask after a long silence.

"I'd be surprised if it didn't."

"Oh…"

I go back to drawing and we sit like that for another twenty or so minutes. Bloo continues to read her Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows for the millionth time. I go Back to drawing yet another manga character. Suddenly there is a loud knock at the door. Bloo and I glare at each other having a mental battle on who goes to open it. She ends up winning and I stand up with a pout and a sigh.

I walk to the door, and open it to see my family. Mom, dad, Emma, Henry, and James. Henry, is the youngest out of all of us, being only six years old. He looks a lot like I looked before the Weirdness of what ever happened to Bloo and I during the night. Blonde curly hair and Pretty hazel puppy-dog-eyes. Then there's Emma, who turned fifteen last month. Emma was like the poster child for our family. Light honey brown hair, and hazel eyes.

Then there was James, who isn't actually my brother, But Bloo's. James Was the opposite of the poster child for my family, and my cousins, as a matter of fact. He has bright red hair, and grey eyes.

"Wha- What happened to your hair!" my mother snatches some of my, new, straight, black hair.

"Oh… uh… Bloo and I wanted to do something new! Yup! Got it dyed yesterday." I only hope that the bought my nervous lie.

Mom gasps. "Are you saying Bloo did this too!" she pushes me aside. "Bloo!" She rushes into the living room.

I turn back as Emma smirks at me.

"I like it."

"Thanks" I give a nervous smile. "so you guys gonna tell me why you're here?" I ask moving to the side to let them in.

"We just felt like it." James says happily. This is what you get for moving into the apartment building across from them.

"You didn't come expecting food or anything?" I inquire following my family into the living room, where my mother is still yelling something about beautiful hair.

"Nah." James smirks. "we all know that you only have ramen."

"We Don't only have ramen!"

"Well then what else do you have?" My father smirks at me.

"Uh… Well… We have some canned soup… And yogurt! Lots of yogurt." I Smile, feeling accomplished. Then I notice my family shaking their heads in a disappointed.

"Why do you like yogurt so much?" Henry Asks with a cute smile. I grin down at him.

"I have no Idea. Want some ice cream?" Admittedly, I spoil my little brother…

"Yes, Yes, Yes!"

I ruffle his hair and take him into the kitchen to begin scooping some out of the overly large container.