Pink

“Molly, please tell me you aren’t serious,” Justin questions. He wishes he could just jump out of bed and run into Molly’s room, but his knee was sore and the painkiller wasn’t working fast enough. Molly laughs, returning to her brother’s room. “I’m serious.” He shakes his head, “You’re crazy.” She shrugs, sitting on top of the table, “I’m only a teenager once, Justin.” “Twelve is not a teenager.” “I’ll be thirteen in a couple of days, you know.” “Yes, I know. I am your brother.” Justin replies dryly. “Besides, you got a nipple ring.” “I was seventeen, Moll. When you are seventeen you can pierce whatever the hell you want, okay?” She rolls her eyes, “I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this. It’s just hair.” Shaking his head, Justin admits defeat. “It’s not that I’m trying to make this into an issue or anything… but Molly, you’re going to have to look at it for months… what if you don’t like it? What if it turns your hair green? I remember this one kid in school dyed his hair and it turned green… and it wasn’t a cool green either. It looked like someone puked on his head.” She rolls her eyes, “Which is why we’re going to a salon. The concierge is going to call us when the cab comes.” Justin groans, “So I’m going to have to drag myself and my damn crutches to this stupid salon with you?” “Yep.” “Why?” Justin asks with a smirk. “Because you love me,” she replies, sticking out her tongue. “Yeah,” he sighs, “That must be it.” Smiling, he then adds, “But if your hair looks like puke I’m going to take pictures of it and post it on the internet when you least expect it.”