Chapter 4
I followed her upstairs to her room, which was really small compared to my room. Her room was the size of Sharpay's shoe closet, and a little bigger than my hat closet. "Anything wrong?" She asked, noticing my stare at her room.
"Nah, it's just smaller than mine, that's all."
"Well, not all of us are rich, mister Evans." She smirked and threw the box of dye at me. "Lets get rid of the hideous blond colors." She said, ripping open the box. "Need help?"
I nodded as she threw my bright orange hat across the room. "Hey, that was my hat!"
"Whatever, we need to hurry and finish this before my mom comes home, she'll freak if I do it in my room." Dani said as she pushed me down to sit. "Stop acting like you've got ants in your pants, we need to hurry. She gets back in about an hour, and this stuff takes time."
She pulled on some rubber gloves that came with the dye, and ran her fingers through my hair. "Ew, did you know you've got some gunky stuff in your hair?"
" I do? Shit, I must have not washed out all the gel."
"Great, so now we've got lesser time than before. Jesus Ryan, next time WASH your hair completely"
I threw a pillow at her, "Yeah, I'm sorry I can't see microscopic chunks of gel in my hair, while I'm in the shower trying not to jack off at what I did the night before."
She burst out laughing as I went to quickly wash out the gel. When I came back she sat me down on the floor and dabbed on the dye, massaging it into my scalp.
"mmm" I moaned playfully. "If you were a guy, I'd totally fuck you."
She just laughed at me as we spent the next thirty minutes waiting for the dye to dry. "You know Ry, if you want to you can come to my cousin's party with us, unless you'd rather stay and fuck Andi again." She grinned
"I would, but I don't think he's interested."
"Oh, come on Ry. He's totally hot for you."
"How do you know? "
"He was that guy at register five, the one you kept staring at. He stared back!"
"Dan, it wasn't that, just a one time thing."
"Yeah, but-" She was cut off of our fight when the timer rang. "Yay, thirty minutes are up! Now, go rinse it out." She ordered me, as I went to rinse it out.
I stopped by a mirror as I entered the room. I defiantly looked different. With out the gel to keep my hair organized, it looked really messy like Troy's, without the hair falling over my eyes and not to mention it was black.
She did a really good job, there weren't any patches of blond like I imagined there would be. She looked over at me and grinned proudly. "Told you I can do it."
"I didn't doubt it. You look as if you dye your hair constantly."
"Not constantly, just when I feel like it." We heard a car door slam, and a voice call out into the house. "Di sweetie, I'm hoome." She sang out. Dani blushed and went down stairs. I could hear the voices.
"Moom, ssh, I have a friend over."
"What kind of friend, sweetie?" She gasped a bit. "A booooyfriend? Where is he, is he cute? What's his name, how'd you meet-"
"No,Mom, he's just a friend.. that's a boy. He was kicked out of his house and I was wondering if he could stay here."
"Certainly, dear. On three conditions. One, he has to get a job; two, he has to pay for any expenses he goes over on;and three, must be home at 3 am."
I could hear her coming up the stairs. "My mom said you could stay, you just have to get a job,pay for going over expenses, and your curfew is at 3."
"That's it?" I asked. It didn't seem like much was needed for me to stay. I didn't know where openings for jobs were, and she knew what I was thinking.
"Need a job? Could work with me." I wrinkled my nose in disgust by habit. I wasn't all for working in a drug store. She must of noticed because she spoke up again. "There's other places. If you take a walk I'm sure you could find some job. You can look this afternoon when I go back to work. Since I left during the morning, I promised my boss I would work the afternoon shift."
I nodded along with her. I don't know what kind of job I should get, nor what they had.
"I'm sure you'll find something fabulous. Sorry we don't have much fancy here." She said grinning, as she ruffled my hair. "It looks better like this. Way better. Leave off the hat, I like it like this." She grabbed my hand. "Come on, come on, come on! Let's go!"
I stared blankly at her. "To where?"
"I want to show you your new room. Then I have to go to work."
"Already? And Okay."
"Yeah, we're walking. It's something we do a lot of in this town."
"Giving gay guys rooms?" I cracked a smile, joking.
She rolled her eyes. "No, walking. It's good exercise. That's why you don't see many fat people here. Plus, we're so close together we don't need to drive everywhere. Only to a few places. Or in the rain."
She pulled me into my new bedroom. It was obviously their guest room or something. Her mother decorated it, obviously, seeing the floral patterns everywhere. Everything was the same color: peach. With flowers every where. The bathroom was no different. You could tell it was meant for a girl.
It made me uncomfortable. I could do pink, I could do glitter. Just not peach flowers. Even though I am gay, the thought of a room with flowers is a little too gay for me. Yes, something can be too gay for me, Ryan Evans.
"Is anything wrong?" She asked, watching me stare at my new room. She could see my eyes staring directly at the flower bed spread.
"It's...fine." I said hesitating the last word.
"No, it's the flowers right? They're overly creeping you out, aren't they?"
I nodded. She laughed. " Everyone who's not my grandma says that. Don't worry, we've got spare sheets. If not, I can always pick some up on my way home. Or you can on your search. Trust me, we want you to feel comfortable. Now, ready?"
I nodded again.
"By Ma! We're goin' now!" She pulled me down he stairs and out the door so we could walk to her work. On the way over we talked about almost everything that came to our minds.
She was beginning to be more of family than my parent's or Shar ever were. Well, maybe not Shar.
We parted our ways when she reached the door of her work, and told me to come back at 7.
So that's when I started to job hunt.
