"Chris!" Justin yelled.
I walked into his bedroom. There sat a now, freshly dyed, blue hair, 17-year-old. I couldn't help but laugh.
"What did you do to my hair," he yelled.
"Did I ever tell you that you look good in blue," I managed to say in serious manner.
JC then walked into the room, "we have rehea....wow, what did you do to your hair?" JC asked.
"I didn't do it, Chris did," he yelled and pointed at me.
"Me, I didn't do it," I said innocently.
Now a week ago, Justin had bleached hid hair. So I decided he needed a little change, so I put some blue hair dye in his shampoo to give him some flavor and a taste of his own medicine.
"Chris, don't lie. You did it," Justin said.
"How do you know I did it? Did you watch me put it in your shampoo?" I asked.
"How did you know it was in my shampoo?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"Just a hunch," I said.
"Uh, Justin," JC asked.
"Yes," he replied.
"We have rehearsal in twenty minutes," JC said and started to laugh.
"Chris, I am going to kill you. I mean, you will die a slow, painful death," he said.
"Whatever Curly," I said and walked out of his room.
"Wait, Chris," he yelled.
I poked my head into his room. "Yeah," I asked.
"How many washes until it comes out?" he asked.
"Seven to eight, " I responded as he jumped up and ran into the bathroom.
Not even a minute later, the water was turned on. "When did you have time to go into his room and do that? He practically guarded his room after that last trick you pulled," JC said.
"Well, remember when I got to go home early yesterday."
"But Justin searched his room," JC said after he interrupted me.
"Well, not good enough," I said and laughed as we walked down the stairs.
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