December Nineteenth
The Hair-ger Games
They wake up the morning of the nineteenth in full on panic mode. It's nearly eight and they need to be at school in around fifteen minutes.
"Jade! What are we gonna do?" Beck says, his voice groggy, but extremely worried.
Jade groans, irritated. She stands stretching before walking a few steps to look in a mirror.
"Oh my God," She says, her voice rushed and worried. "My hair looks awful! Oh my God where's my hairbrush! Did you take it!?" She accuses wildly, a clear product of having no coffee. "Thank God we don't have much school left till break," She says.
Beck nods in agreement, getting up, looking in the mirror as well. "Wow. My hair looks awful too," He says, earning a glare from his girlfriend.
After quickly getting dressed, he checks his Pearphone, his eyes widening when he realizes they have about seven minutes before they have to leave for school.
"Jade, we have to be at school in seven minutes!" He yells anxiously.
"No chiz," Jade replies sarcastically, holding up her hairbrush she found triumphantly. "Weird that I think it's going to take you a lot longer to get out of here than me, since you're the dude and all," She remarks.
"Hey! I can get ready much faster than you!" He defends.
"Yeah, of course," She says sarcastically. "Even I don't spend an hour fluffing my hair up!" she accuses.
"I'll bet I could do my hair way faster than you!"
"Fine. 20 bucks I can do it faster," She replies.
"Cool. Let the… The Hair-ger games begin!" He announces.
"Beck, that was just weak," Jade replies.
"And may the odds be ever in your favor!" Beck shouts, grabbing his own hair brush and running it though his hair.
He grabs some hair products and runs it though his hair sloppily, as she fastly attaches her extensions.
Glancing at the clock, he notices they have around four minutes left, he rushes out of the RV.
"There! Done!" He exclaims triumphantly.
Jade stops, looking over at him, and even she can't control the gales of laughter that ring through her mouth.
"Hey! Your hair doesn't look much better!" He retorts, pointing at her barely brushed curls of black and purple hair.
Beck checks his phone again, his jaw dropping. "Jade, get in my car we have two minutes to get to school!" He shouts.
Following his orders, Jade seats herself in shotgun as he drives of to school.
To anyone who asks why Jade and Beck's hair are complete messes, their response is simple and truthful.
"We overslept."
Though, to anyone with half a brain, seeing the two 17 year olds who look like they hastily put themselves together that morning, 'oversleeping' seems like a very clean way to put it.