Chapter Five
Girlie Girl
Max's Quarter's:
Max tried to hide her apprehension as Original Cindy pulled back her hair back into a pony tail.
"So how much you gonna cut off?" she tried to sound nonchalant.
"Don't you worry Boo, you're still gonna be beautiful." Followed by a snip and a pony tail full of Max's hair was dropped into her lap. Max swallowed deeply as she looked at the eight inches of hair no longer on her head.
Shoulder length I can handle that she thought.
"Okay I just gotta mix this up and we'll get this going."
Max turned in fear, shocked at herself for acting like this, after all this was only hair and she'd spent the first half of her life with almost none. "Mix what up?"
"Aww Max, it's gonna be okay girl. We just gotta lighten up your hair."
"How light?"
Original Cindy nodded "Light"
Max groaned and wondered if she couldn't just spend the rest of this siege inside Terminal City.
"Okay this is starting to burn" Max said trying to get up from the seat.
Original Cindy put a hand on Max's shoulder and held her in place and didn't even bother to look at her hair, after all it had only been five minutes, "It's all in your mind boo, your hair is fine."
"No, no really I think it's burning, we should wash it out."
"I think this toxicity and isolation has gone to your brain, we take it out now Max and you end up with orange hair, now just sit back and calm down."
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"Wait, no, that is not going on my eyebrows. Are you insane, do you want me to be blind?"
"Oh just shut up already, swear to god. Can't believe you're going all girly on me now, you took getting shot better. "
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"Seriously it's starting to burn." Max said for the second time and raised her hand to touch it.
Original Cindy dropped the brush and grabbed her hand back down, "You mess up that hand, I'll put the smack down on ya" and grabbed her other hand back as she picked up the nail polish again.
"It's really burning though" Max said in a little voice.
She dropped the brush back into the bottle again and let out a long breath; she stood and flicked up a piece of Max's hair with her nail. "Oooh dammit, over the bucket." They both started laughing as they scrambled over to the fake sink Cindy had set up in her room.
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"Why are you picking up those scissors again?"
Cindy rolled her eyes; she had never believed it was possible for her girl to act like this over hair, her bike maybe, but never her hair. "Because all I did was cut off enough so I wouldn't waste the dye on hair that wasn't going to be there."
"How short are you going to cut it?" her eyes looked up at Cindy's, all innocent and doe like.
"Max, hunny calm down, trust Original Cindy on this you're gonna be beautiful."
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"I look like I'm twelve" Max said in horror looking at the small mirror her friend was holding up for her.
Original Cindy barely contained her laughter at her friend's horror stricken eyes. "You don't look like you're twelve."
Max turned from the mirror, the chin length blonde bob swung with her, "Yes I do."
"No you don't. Okay maybe 18. But that's what we were going for Max, all that tough biker chick is gone. Now I also brought you some lip gloss and some different eye shadows for when you go out and no more black. I only brought light colored shirts. You need a complete overhaul so they don't recognize you as the hover drone surfer."
Max just groaned.
"Shut up. You and me get to go shopping today because of all of this and there's this new girl at the farmer's market, comes in with her parents every weekend…Hmm shugga, you gotta see her."