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Author's Note: All right, I am very excited that I am more than halfway through with this challenge. I only have one left! Holy shit! I'm very excited about that. There are a couple more that I plan on going through before I start the sequel to "Ten Things..." so we'll see how that goes. Thank you for reading! By the way, I have the remaining three mapped out, and out of those three, the last one is probably going to be my favorite. I've had that one mapped out, and I planned on going out with a bang (literally), so the ending piece is going to be a treat.

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Ananias - a liar: one who lies.

029 : Strawberry Blonde

Rating : PG-13 (for language)

Theme : 26. Oxymoronic ; Ananias

July 26, 2007

After not finding much to do around their apartment, Danny took to being a private investigator. More of an instigator, but he liked to think he was investigating. After watching a television commercial about "how blonde blondes can be," Danny got to thinking: how in the world did Sam have black hair where her mother was a red-head and her father was blonde? Sure, genes may have skipped a generation, but that was highly unlikely. She was a Goth, so that would mean that she could very well dye her hair black to fit in with the image. How many blonde-haired girls were thoroughly gothic? He couldn't think of any off of the top of his head, but it didn't matter to him who else was blonde and gothic, he wanted to know about his Goth.

After trying to ask her out-right, Sam rolled her eyes and ventured into the bathroom to take a shower. He knew she wouldn't tell him, since she had held the secret for so long; however, he now had one plain fact: her hair wasn't naturally black. He really did like it black, but he wouldn't mind it if it were another color, either. So, after trying to find pictures of her as a child and miserably failing, Danny did the next best thing: investigate. Still, he believed it to be investigating.

Turning intangible, he poked his head through the bathroom door to see Sam had already gotten into the shower. The water running, steam visible in front of his eyes. He just wanted to take a peak at... well, yeah, and see for himself, to find out the end-all of all questions. Sure, they had sex many times, but he never made it a point to check what color her hair was down there. He didn't deem it necessary then, and he didn't even pause to realize it was wrong to be checking now.

Peeking into the shower, he could see Sam roll her eyes as the temperature around her lowered somewhat, though she didn't stop washing her hair. Taking a quick peak at the nether-regions, he backed out of the shower and fled the bathroom with wide eyes.

No hair.

"Son of a bitch," he mumbled, amused at the fact that she had out-smarted him in his investigation; he wasn't mad at all, just intrigued even more.

After Sam had finished showering and dressing herself, she bounded out of their bedroom to find him sitting nonchalantly on the couch, flipping through channels, just where she had left him before she went into the shower. "What was that stunt?"

"Stunt?"

"Do you like to watch me shower, or what?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Do you even have to ask that question? Of course I do, but I was there with a purpose."

"Just to find out my natural hair color?" she asked, giving him a blank stare.

"Why is it illegal to know your natural hair color? We've been going out for howlong and I don't even know? I mean, I have my assumptions and guesses, but I don't know for sure. Can you please tell me?" he asked, trying to give her his best puppy-dog pout.

Rolling her eyes once again, she went back into their bedroom without another word. Taking it as if she were upset, he stayed there he was, just in case. After about five minutes, she reemerged from the room, holding a small lavender box. Sitting down next to him, she opened the top, and pulled out the first picture she saw, then held it out in front of his face.

The picture was of a little girl with long, wavy strawberry blonde hair.

"This cannot be you," he said after staring at the picture for a good minute.

"Do you think I would show you a picture of a random child after that last discussion? Yes, it's me," she said, grumbling slightly. "I never liked my hair when I was younger, and at the first chance I had, I changed it drastically. My mother wouldn't talk to me for weeks; and, actually, I didn't mind." Running a hand through her dark, raven locks. "I like my hair the way it is now, and it's probably going to stay that way for a long, long time."

"But if our kids have blonde hair, the blame is totally going to be put on you. It'd be a toss-up if they were to have red hair, but I doubt that's going to happen."

"Our kids?" she asked, giving him a look.

"You never know," he began, "but, personally, I hope they all look like this." He gestured to the photo in his hand, smiling at the blush that graced his girlfriend's cheeks.

"You can't be serious," she said, pulling out another picture of herself as a child. "I was hideous."

"Are you fucking kidding me? You never were, are not, and never will be hideous, you hear me?" he suddenly got upset with her remark.

"Okay, okay," she put her hands up in defense. "But, that's what I thought as a child. I felt like a completely different person than I actually was, and I felt like I was lying to myself. So, I changed my appearance, spoke up for what I believed in, and turned my best friend half-ghost. I mean, really, it's a fulfilling life now." Smirking at the last part of her sentence, she gave him the box of pictures and then stood up.

"You bet your blonde ass it is."

"Am I going to be hearing blonde jokes out of you now?" she asked in a menacing tone. As an afterthought she sighed, "I shouldn't have told you."

"No, ma'am, but watch out for Tucker when he finds out, he may try and take a crack at you, blondie," he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

End Note: And we're down to the final two. Well, technically since you've finished reading this one, we're down to the last and final installment of the 30romances challenge, known as "Phantom Romance." I'll give a more formal ending when I finish writing the last installment, which has been planned for months now. I think it's going to be one of my favorites, and as I said be fore, I'm going out with a bang. Happy reading!

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