Usually I don’t answer dumb sappy questions like these, but I guess I will this one time.
Alright so long story short…a really long time ago ( last year ) I had braces and brown hair. I just had my braces drilled into my face so it kinda hurt okay? I was also kinda sensitive back then…but I’m way more confident now so shut up.
Anyways, Tambry used her dad’s connections to reserve us seats in the VIP section for her birthday for this concert by some band I’ve never really heard of. But since Wendy was going I was definitely going too.
Back then when Wendy and Tambry hanged out a lot more they were into dying their hair and stuff for concerts. I kinda wanted to impress her so I dyed mine too…and maybe afterwards ask her out, since all the guys she dated before all seemed like massive douche-bags and I felt like I actually, really cared about her a lot more than them. They never really lasted long. Simple right?
Except that plan kinda went to shit when I realized how fucking weird I looked with black hair all of a sudden and I guess I got cold feet. I told everyone I was feeling sick ‘cause of my braces. Kinda dumb excuse now that I think about it.
So like a chump I ended up alone in the forest sitting on this awesome rock (that I painted to look like an explosion). I kinda sat there for a while feeling sorry for myself…
Until I realized I wasn’t alone.
Apparently Wendy’s dad grounded her for dying her hair too many times, which ended up turning the bathtub a murky brown color. Her little bros mistook it for chocolate and they tried to eat the tub. So she wasn’t allowed to go to the concert in the end. When I told everyone I wasn’t going she had a feeling I’d be here.
We ended up just talking about our lives and stuff. I remember her saying something about just relaxing and taking it slow and steady from now on…and also something about how she started to read this new Indie Fuzz magazine that really mellowed her out.
I told her about my hair.
She smiled and chuckled, then talked about how sometimes mistakes weren’t a bad thing in the long-run…and at that point I decided to keep my hair black.