Ah, Wal-mart, who doesn't love Wal-mart? The mart to end all marts. But then there was the actual amount of decision required in picking a hair color.

In honor of my latest success: manager of Gas Chamber. I picked a vibrant color. Burgundy.

I put the box of hair dye down on the counter and stared at it. This is a supposed to be a one-man job, but Shannon always helped me.

I took a deep breath and pulled the box open.

I followed the instructions.

I mixed everything I was instructed to mix, I poured the mixture over my hair and began waiting. 45 minutes.

I threw the box in the trash and pulled the bag out of the trash can. I tied the top together and took it to the garage. I put it in the big outside garbage cans for Shannon to take to the curb tomorrow morning. We have a good system.

Shannon left for Matt's party about an hour ago so I had the house to myself. I sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. Leno was on. That man is funny.

Then…out of nowhere… b nowhere /b my scalp started burning. Furiously.

I freaked out and ran into the bathroom to look for the box. Then remembered I'd just thrown it away.

"I have to dye my hair again."

"Oh sweet, if you need some help give me a call. I'm like a u pro ."

I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the cordless phone. I dialed Jeff's number frantically.

It rang a few times before he answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey…uh…sorry to bother you but I need some help." I stumbled over my words. I'm not one to depend on others but when it comes to my hair…I'll do anything.

"Okay, sit tight, I'll be over in a few minutes." He said.

"Thank you, so much."

"No problem, bye."

"Bye," I said then hung up.

I put the phone down and went into the bathroom. The skin around my hair was turning a light shade of pink.

Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door.

I ran into the living room and to the door. I pulled it open and Jeff was standing there, his hair falling on his shoulders and he needed to shave. Even though I'd grew up with him and Matt holding me down and farting on me he was strangely sexy.

"I came to the resc--" He stopped mid-sentence.

"What? Do I have something in my teeth?" I asked.

"No, you're teeth are fine. We have to get this out of your hair. Right now." He said then slammed the door, grabbed my hand and dragged me into the bathroom.

He pointed towards the shower, "Get in."

"…what!"

"Sit down in the tub," He laughed.

"Oh." I climbed in and sat down. He put the attachment on the showerhead that let Shannon wash his dog and started rinsing my hair.

"You're allergic to this brand."

"Oh…I didn't know. Dude! Is my hair gonna be okay!"

He laughed, "Yeah, we just have to go buy you some hypo-allergenic dye." he ran his hands down my hair and across my neck causing me to shiver.

"H-hand me a towel," I said, my teeth chattering.

He reached his hand out, I took it and he pulled me up then wrapped a towel around my shoulders.

"I need to put some different clothes on."

"Yeah…I think you do." He said, glancing down at my chest.

White shirts and water do not mix.

My face turned a million shades of red, I wrapped the towel around my chest.

"I cant leave, I'm soaking wet. There's carpet…"

"I'll get you something, hold on." He said then left.

I sat on the edge of the tub, I feel like an ass. Really, I feel stupid.

Jeff came back in, holding a oversized red t-shirt that read 'Hulkamania' on the front and a pair of shorts.

"Here, get dressed and I'll take you into town and we'll buy some dye. You'll look even prettier…if that's possible." He said

I blushed, "Thanks, now leave." I laughed. He smiled and left the room, closing the door behind him.

I pulled the shirt over my head, and put the shorts on. I looked like a mess, I washed my face and brushed my hair.

My tattoo's were colorful compared to the white t-shirt I was wearing, my hair was a light shade of purple and the black basketball shorts I wore covered the tattoo's on my legs. But it's okay. Everyone in town's gonna be at Matt's tonight, I wont run into anyone.

Jeff knocked on the door, "Are you ready? The car's running, we better go."

I opened the door, Jeff tried to hold back a laugh.

"Shut up." I laughed.

"It's not that bad." He said as he followed me to the garage.

"Not that bad? I look like fucking…I don't know but it's bad."

He laughed, "No worries, I'll fix you right up."

"I hope so."

I won't cross these streets till you hold my hand.