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Cataract Reaction By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter Three Into the bathroom he went, gingerly wiggling off the lacey dress before hanging it on a hanger and pulling on his top. Quickly he stepped into his skirt, snugging it over his hips and then sprung out of the bathroom looking around, expecting to see her. "Nana?" Kyle asked, holding the skirt and walking back into the living room. "One second Allie," his grandmother called out. "I can't be every place at once, and did you not hear the doorbell?" "Oh yes," Kyle replied, freezing. "I was in the bathroom and I did kind of hear that?" "I would hope so since your grandfather had them make it so damn loud," said his Nana from the other room. "He forgets my cataracts have not affected my ears. Now I'll be right there, and then if you want run out and say hi to your mother." "My mother's here?" Kyle was freaking out. "Like here right now and not at work?" "Just for a second, and I asked her to just drop off a few things for me," said Nana. "Did you not want her to see you until you're all dressed tonight?" "Yes! Exactly!" Kyle replied, running back to the bathroom, closing the door and just sticking his head out. "Tell her I'm not here." "She knows you're here, Allie," laughed Nana, coming over and pushing the door open. "Turn around honey, but I'll tell her you're in the bathroom. That won't be a lie and I told you what we talked about keeping between us will stay that way. As long as you're a good girl and never fight Nana, then Nana never tattles. That hasn't changed honey." "Thank you Nana," said Kyle, spinning around, allowing her to zip his skirt and fasten the button. "Tell her I can't come out of the bathroom as I'm busy fussing and getting ready. That she'll believe." "I'll tell her," laughed Nana, softly touching his hair as she walked out. Over to the living room window he raced, peeking out and seeing his mother taking two shopping bags from her trunk and then seemingly fighting with her mother as she snatched them away from her. Hands were flying and fingers pointing as his grandmother turned and walked away before finally his mother looked towards the house, seeing him in the window and looked pissed. A shiver would fly down his spine as she just shook her head before slamming her door and getting in her car as he couldn't hear their conversation but the tires screeching as she pulled away. "Allie," yelled out Nana. "Come carry these into my bedroom for Nana." "Of course, Nana." Kyle ran over and lifted the shopping bags. "Nails, honey," said , looking a bit rattled. "Use your palms, keep your nails out extended. I know you're not used to the length but did we not work on all this today?" "Yes, Nana," said Kyle, extending his fingers and carrying the bags, concerned about her. "You ok? And I can assume that was about me? Wasn't it?" "Please just carry the , darling," replied his Nana, taking a breath. "Let's say it was about things I don't want you concerned about. It was more about parenting and grand parenting. Last thing I want is you focused on anything but the wonderful time with a cute boy you'll be having tonight." "I know Nana but..." Kyle stopped mid-sentence, hearing the doorbell. "Oh gawdd she's back?" "Highly doubtful, princess." His grandmother touched his hair. "But run along with the packages into my bedroom and let me get the door." Into her bedroom he went closing the door and putting down the bags before quickly leaning against it, trying to eavesdrop. He could feel his palms growing sweaty hearing some conversation and then as it got louder, felt a sigh of relief as certainly wasn't his mother. When he heard it just outside the door, he rushed over sitting on the edge of the bed and then as the door opened, sat trying to act innocent, holding out his hand like he was checking his nails. "And there's the future prom queen," said Nana with another woman that looked vaguely familiar. "Say hi Allie." "Oh hello," said Kyle, getting up and gingerly extending his hand. "And don't be so silly Nana. Nice to see you..." "Mrs. Baker?" smiled the woman, completing the sentence and softly shaking hands. "It's been a long time and what pretty young thing you've turn out to be dear, but you don't remember me do you?" "Uummm," said Kyle, racking his brain but knowing her. "I'm sorry? "It's ok dear, and you used to call me Aunt Betty when you were young," said Mrs. Baker. "I used to do your hair and makeup for your dance recitals for a few years when you were maybe seven and eight, but then I retired." "Oh yes," replied Kyle, vaguely remembering her at his house now. "Don't mind me Mrs. Baker, I have a lot going on so I'm kind of not myself today?" "What girl wouldn't be? and please just call me Aunt Betty again," said Betty. "You were always such a little spark plug, and I always remember how much work you were. You loved your hair down to your little tushie and would fight your mother to not let me cut it. I spent hours curling that head while you two fought like cats and dogs, but look at you now. A young lady!" "Thank you," Kyle smiled, sliding his hair on his shoulder. "Yeah I've calmed down a bit these days and I guess as you can tell, I finally cut it." "But they still fight like cats and dogs," laughed Nana, giving him a wink. "So thank goodness for Nana, right Allie?" "Understatement of the year, and yes! A big yes!" laughed Kyle, flicking his wrist. "Nana is the best and so it's so nice that you stopped by, do you always come by to visit Nana?" "Not as often as I would like since I'm retired from the salon. We're neighbors and we're both busy with our grandchildren, but I was so happy to be invited to today," said Betty. "Did you not know the girl that does your hair and your mother's now is my daughter?" "Did I?" said Kyle, not sure how to answer. "Uummm maybe?" "You were just so young back then and it's ok, darling," smiled Betty, reaching out, touching his hair and lifting the ends. "Did you think I just make house calls for anyone?" "You're here for me?" sighed Kyle, wanting to die. "Well I'm here for your Nana honestly. Since retirement I usually only do hair for the old goats," joked Betty, elbowing her friend. "So when your Nana called me saying you planned on doing this yourself since my daughter is so booked up in prom season, I just couldn't sit home idle." "Oh my gawddd," gulped Kyle, ready to piss his panties. "Nana, you said nothing to me about this?" "Why would I have? or you would have tried to fight me," said Nana, touching his face. "How could I possibly have you worried sick like you've been all day about things no young lady should worry about? I know how important this is to you and maybe your mother couldn't be bothered, but Nana will always take care of you. I promise, and believe me Betty's still the best. When she's done with you, you're going to be even more beautiful." "So Betty is going to like curl my hair or something?" asked Kyle, trying to calm himself. "Don't worry, Aunt Betty can do better than that," said Betty, tapping his wrist. "Get your bag if you'd like dear and follow me. It's just a short walk." "Follow you where? I don't know Nana? What are we talking about here?" Kyle asked, shaking a little. "I really was just planning to be home soon and maybe it is getting late? Better than that sounds like an awful lot to ask of your friend. I mean Aunt Betty, and I wouldn't feel comfortable doing that." "You worried because I'm old, darling?" said Betty, almost insulted. "Maybe I don't know what you kids like these days?" "Of course not," gulped Kyle, knowing he had said the wrong thing. "Uuummm..I?d never be like that." "And never give your Nana a hard time either, Allison! That was our deal," said Nana. "Now go, and Nana will be over to check on you after a little stitching. You do realize I still have much to do." "Yes, Nana," said Kyle, trying not to freak out. "But..." "But you've known Betty since you were a little girl, and she?s not going to bite," said Nana. "March young lady, and do not turn into your mother trying to fight me. End of debate." "Yes, Nana," said Kyle, almost not feeling his legs now. "Well she certainly has matured into quite the awfully polite young lady, even if she's still quite the nervous wreck for a big occasion, like she was for her recitals," smiled Betty, patting his back. "Come honey, I only live down two houses, and at my place I?ve got everything we need." Just like earlier he was led by a senior citizen out of his comfort zone, except this time instead of his grandmother, it would be by her neighbor. Once again a door closing behind him with no key for re-entry would be terrifying, and one hundred and twenty feet of sidewalk felt like a mile. Onto the porch of an immaculate Victorian home he went, looking around at the quiet surrounding in the pre-dinner time day light. He was trying to stay calm, knowing it was still early enough to get home undetected as she unlocked her green door before being taken inside Betty?s house. It was lovely inside, with pictures on walls everywhere, silk flowers and the scent of lilac in the air. Through the formal sitting room they went past a polished piano and ornate loveseat before she opened a door and then he?d reached his destination at her in home salon. "You have your own beauty parlor in your house?" Kyle asked, even more surprised now as he stepped into the small room. A leather chair fronting a big red sink would sit adjacent to another sink, and the much higher, large swiveling salon chair with a series of silver pedals. Towards the other side of the room would be some weird looking spider like apparatus on wheels with a series of red light bulbs, and another chair beneath a big bonnet dryer. Two top drawers sat open on a pink rolling makeup trolley, revealing all types of cosmetics, and next to it sat a more stationary makeup table loaded with brushes. Shelves all around him looked stocked with bottles and tubes, and just over his left shoulder sat containers of pins and a large assortment of colorful rollers. "For the old folks like me yes it?s a private little beauty parlor where I serve some of my old customers, especially seniors, but for a young girl like you, think of it as your personal posh salon," said Betty, taking a black cape from a rack and unsnapping the buttons. "Now sit Allison, let?s get this on you and get your hair washed, honey." Over his outfit went her cape before he sat back in her chair, staring up at the lights like he was about to have a tooth pulled. As the chair folded back down, his head went into the sink as the water and her fingers worked in some shampoo, temporarily easing his mind and the deep conditioning that followed would send him daydreaming. His mind drifted between thinking about Tiffany and being worried about getting a prom hairdo, but right now her nails scratching his scalp felt nice. He was trying to tell himself this would be no big deal and he?d just be getting a few curls that would wash right out, but once she squeezed away the moisture before the chair went up, so did the goosebumps on his neck. She had him move to her salon chair and quickly began combing his soaked head as he looked over noticing the scissors in her left hand, not expecting any cutting, trying not to get overly worried or freaked out. "So did you want to tell me what you?re thinking for asked Betty, combing through his hair, glancing at him in the reflection before smiling and making a joke. "Or are you testing my stylist mind reader skills today?" "Thinking?" smiled Kyle as she combed through the back. "I?m not sure I really was, since I had no clue I?d be here." "Well your Nana did surprise you, so I get it, but you?re going to have to do better than saying you wanted a few curls," said Betty, lifting his hair in her fingers. "I want something pretty?" said Kyle, shrugging his shoulders. "I was just going to go home and kind of figure it out." "Honey, your grandmother told me to anticipate this from you, so I did," giggled Betty, stretching the back and combing. "It?s not too much trouble if that?s what you?re worried about, and just so you, you're my only customer today." "Ok but I?m still not comfortable burdening you, Aunt Betty," smiled Kyle, trying to stay calm, seeing how she was almost measuring his hair as she held it out. "Something here , gone tomorrow simple with a few curls would be more than I could ask. How?s that?" "She told me you?d be like that too," smiled Betty, lifting some of it straight up now. "So I called my daughter and asked her for all the things in your profile on your wish list, and you seem to be quite the creative type. Even surprisingly a bit of a risk taker which I love, so guess what? you want to pick from some of the ideas you two talked about, or pictures you selected or trust what I think will be best? because I promised your Nana she?d be getting back a prom queen?" "I had no idea when we left her house you?d have all this at yours, but somehow I figured that when you brought me here?" gulped Kyle as she parted his hair down his left temple. "Not the stuff about your daughter or the wish list, but the last thing. I know my Nana well, and so no matter what I say you didn?t bring me here for just a few curls, did you?" "Like that?s what you should do with your hair in that eight hundred dollar to die for dress I saw?" giggled Betty, parting down his right temple now and then twisting the top in a big hinge clip. "Am I making sense now Allie?" "Hard to argue that," replied Kyle, feeling his hands quiver beneath the cape. "Except..." "Except nothing, honey. Try impossible to argue, and since you?re not asking, then I?m telling you I?d love you with the Selena or Jenner lob you highlighted, but maybe just not for prom. Better to do the step cut my daughter said you were thinking about instead so just some flat layers which I can do no problem with your length so we can add more distinct type curls like you wanted," said Betty, creating a vertical section just behind his left ear and sliding in a long silver pin. "Good?" "Is it?" Kyle cringed as she created the same section on the right, as in went the pin. "Of course, and see how easy that could be?" smiled Betty, pinning up part of the back now and then combing through it. "Head a touch forward dear and be still please." "Ok?" Kyle glanced up at the reflection, watching her slide her fingers inside the scissors, hearing the first snips as it seemed to slide across his back. It would be silent for a few minutes while she worked and then she moved his face, stepping back and checking her work. "You really are a nervous thing aren?t you?" joked Betty, coming back in, stretching some sections and making a few clean up cuts. "Relax, this step cut was a good choice and going to be cute on you once you actually wear it how you normally will. If we had more time I?d blow it out for you and we could play around, but of course that won?t be today as we do it up fancy. A step cut It?s a good style for girls that like flexibility and to do a lots of creative things I hear that you do." "That?s me alright, especially today. Miss Flexibility," sighed Kyle, trying not to cry like a baby as her comments would be even more disturbing than the sound of her shears. "And please tell me you didn?t cut that much?" "The length?" said Betty, moving behind him and sliding her fingers through the side, showing him his length was still there in his damn hair. "Of course not honey. I just stepped it like we talked about. You?re thirteen, not sixty." "Yeah," nodded Kyle feeling better, still seeing it long but he could tell it looked trimmed. "Thank you." "You?re welcome, and now just chill as you kids say, so I can finish my prom queen, please," Betty spun his chair away from the mirror. "Yes, Aunt Betty." Kyle smiled as she walked over to her counter, mixing in a bowl. "So then we?re done with any cutting right?" "Yes darling, scissors away with the exception of maybe a minor adjustment later, but on to the style so sit back and let?s get on with it, Allie," said Betty. "To the finish we go darling, and the ideas I saw of balayage that you picked are spot on, so for me an absolute must that you?ll rock! So ready?" "Oh sure," said Kyle, relieved. "Finish me up then." "How exciting, and hold these," said Betty, handing him a small carton. "Doing this and adding curls might be finish work, but it?s quite a process, so hand me one foil at a time as I ask please." "Ok," said Kyle, handing one over as she worked on the left. "Sounds like I?m going to be here a while." "Oh not that long, and where else did you have to go anyway? Your Nana?s going to busy for a while too so relax," said Betty as she stretched small sections working. "Trust me it?ll fly by and you can thank me later. Chin up and, Allie. Try to just reach down and hand them without moving your head around, and now?s not the time to fidget or I could make a mistake." "Ok, and thank you," replied Kyle, handing over another, trying to be polite as he now figured this wasn?t so bad. "It?s my pleasure, and you?re such a delight, Allison," said Betty as she worked. "You?re hair isn?t that dusky so I can do that in a single process, which will freak out your mother less than a double, which I will not do on a girl as young as you. Once we get there, I can mix in a few mini-ropes or a waterfall or even a bump and just lift it all with a series of wefts. That?s a prom queen! And I?d be anxious, too?" "I?m not even sure I know how to answer that?" said Kyle, not understanding as in went another. "But anxious. I?ve been that all day." "How could you not be?" laughed Betty, painting away at his hair on the next foil. "I can remember my first prom, and what I wouldn?t give to trade places with you dear." "Oh I?d trade with you no problem," joked Kyle as she sectioned another. "Believe me you would not, and those butterflies will fade, Allie." Betty saturated a smaller strand this time. "Think about that adorable date. I?m sure you?re dying to sneak a kiss with him and then believe me the image in your mind will change from the anxious girl in this chair with a head full of metal to that of one on a date you?ve dreamed about." "Wow," smiled Kyle, as that seemed so soothing, falling right into a day dream, now thinking about Tiffany. "Yeah?" Tiffany?s fingers stretched between his would be all he?d think about with every stretch of his hair and her wet lips brushing against his with every brush of dampness across each foil. Slowly but surely he had handed her more foils then he could count on his finger and toes, but could care less staring out the window with only Tiffany on his mind. She was right that time now had flown once she patted him to get up and then he shook off the cobwebs as he stood up from the chair. A glance towards the mirror would break his fantasy as he realized he looked more like she did earlier in the nail salon, except with his head wrapped in much thicker folded metal than her?s with distinct pins. He just figured they were a different type of curls as his sister had curled her hair with so many different things like rollers or rags or springy things over the years, as over to the big bonnet dyer she took him, sitting him down. "Ok so we bake you a bit honey, and I?ll be back before it?s over," said Betty, handing him a few magazines and dropping the hood. "It?s going to be a little warm, but just stay under though or we?ll get off schedule." "Ok, Aunt Betty," said Kyle as the air came on. Out of the room she went as he looked down with Teen Vogue and Cosmo on his lap. He had nothing to do anyway, so he just browsed through the pages, enjoying the sights of the beautiful girls and the sexy outfits. He?d never picked up any of his sister?s magazines except to scroll through the hot celebrities, but after he?d paged through them both, he had nothing better to do so he began killing time reading some articles. Gossip, cosmetic tips and fashion trends would be not of much interest at first, but then became eye opening and educational as he began learning things he never knew. It had kept him more occupied than he expected, as the dryer had drowned out any sounds around him until his reading was broken by movement of the hood. "So how are we doing, Allie?" Nana asked, lifting the hood. "Ok I guess?" sighed , happy to see her looking up. "But really so much better now that I see you, Nana." "Honey, I doubt she?s killing you here," laughed Nana, putting her index finger on his chin, twisting his neck and inspecting. "I just got the details of what you picked. Sounds very fancy, and admittedly a bit of the lingo I might not fully understand these days with you kids, but from the way Betty explained it, I think that?s going to look gorgeous with your dress." "Nana, I thought I was pretty in the know for a kid my age, but I?m not sure exactly what some of the hair dresser acronyms mean either," smiled Kyle, relaxing just that she took his hand. "All I really do know is I?m walking out of here with a lot more curls than I walked in with." "Well that was this old dinosaur?s plan honey, and I even think you?ve topped that?" said Nana, squeezing his hand. "Now with all the excitement you forgot this, so I brought you your bag when I had a second since you left in a fog." "Oh? Uuumm great. Thank you so much! I realized that as soon as I got here, but she had me in the sink before I could even blink," nodded Kyle, taking the pocketbook and putting it on his lap. "I was planning on taking it and I just got caught off guard. You?re right, I was a bit in a fog." "Well not yet you?re not, but believe me that?s coming to hold the curls like you said you?ll be walking out with," joked Nana, tapping his wrist. "And I figured you must be having withdrawal by now stuck here without that stupid phone, but whether you like it or not, it?s good that you?ve given these nails a chance to cure even more and make it this far with chipping, so let?s please keep it that way." "Uumm I will," said Kyle, taking out his phone and looking at it. "Not much I can do anyway, as there?s no wifii here either. I?m getting a signal, but I?m not sure I?m getting my messages. Jeez." "Well old people don?t use this wifi stuff my dear, and you?re getting something because all I?ve heard is it chirping from inside your bag since I walked out of my dead zone down the block," said Nana as Kyle got up and starting walking around the room. "Now while you figure out the techie stuff, I need to go back to work and Betty just ran to the store for me, so all I ask is while you?re waiting around you?ll make a call to check on your brother again and not just text boys while you?re sitting here." "Of course," said Kyle, holding his phone in the air and moving it around, looking at the bars. "What kind of sister would I be if I didn?t?" "The best one, and love you sweetie," replied Nana, pointing. "But get back under that dryer or we?ll be here all night." "Sorry, just trying to get a signal," said Kyle sitting back down with his arm stretched way out. "Good girl," said Nana, pushing the bonnet back down. "Back in a little while." Once the front door slammed he immediately called Allie on speaker, holding the phone out away from his face just to get one bar. "Finally!" answered Allie. "I called you like five times, and again did you respond to any texts?" "These old people have no wifi, no signal and live in the dead zone of all time," Grumbled Kyle. "Plus you think Nana has let me out of her sight?"! "Well you?ve been out of my sight, so what?s the fun in that?" teased Allie. "What were you in the kitchen the whole time?" "Well a little but mostly in the bedroom," explained Kyle. "I thought it was mom again, so she made me go in there to avoid her, but turned out it was her friend Betty." "Yeah well I had to avoid her too and hide like I was six, so I was worried for a while when I didn?t hear from you, but as time passed I figured we were cool or she would have been back here pronto, grounding my ass. She was pissed running around here like a fucking nut, so if she would have outted you there.... Damn we would have been in so much trouble," said Allie, relieved. "And Nana?s got company with you over? That?s a bit weird unless she wanted to show off the dress." "Well it wasn?t exactly that?" sighed Kyle. "And thank goodness I didn?t have to." "Then what? asked Allie, confused. "Having her pumpkin parading around like a princess wasn?t enough for her today? She wanted you to hang with her friend and be one of the golden girls? That?s still pretty odd?" "Odd!" Whined Kyle. "It?s a hell of a lot weirder than odd?" "Why? Is she making you do your dance routine for her friend like I used to when I was younger?" teased Allie. "I would so fucking die if I saw you had to do that on the camera. Oh my gawddd! Maybe I?ll text her and suggest it." "Do you ever listen?" yelled Kyle. "And she does not have me sitting around in her coffee clutch like one of the golden girls." "Fine, but don?t slip and call Nana that," said Allie, rolling her eyes. "She considers herself young and hip, so she wouldn?t? like it. So then what?s going on? because you don?t need to be back here yet but it is starting to get a little late?" "Well she just left, which is why I could finally call," said Kyle, glancing out the window. "Plus Betty just stepped out to go to the store for something so I?m finally alone?" "Then why can?t I see you?" questioned Allie. "Step back in the living room." "Even if I could and I can?t, I?d lose the signal," said Kyle. And I?m not stupid, Allie! Don?t you have enough black mail video on me?" "Like I could possibly ever have enough?" giggled Allie. "No shit" complained Kyle. "And I can?t, because I?m at Betty?s house?" "Seriously?" said Allie, totally surprised. "Yes, two houses down the block. Betty Baker," explained Kyle. "The old woman that used to do your recital hair. Your hair girl?s mother." "Dawn Baker?s mother?" Allie was surprised. "Holy shit, I do remember her. She?s a doll. So sweet, I love her!" "Well I hope you loved her work, because your old hairdresser is your new hairdresser again," stated Kyle. "At least for next week anyway." "What are you talking about?" asked Allie, confused. "Next week? I?m not going to some geezer?" "Well I didn?t want to either, and I want no part in her touching me as you know I?ve been trying to get my hair even longer, but Nana insisted," said Kyle. "I fought her and I lost, and now I?m here. Nana made me come here with Betty." "Like getting your hair done?" said Allie, grabbing her chest. "By my hairdresser?s mother? Are you kidding me?" "Would I fucking kid about that?" screamed Kyle. "This is so great," laughed Allie hysterically. "I can?t anymore with you princess. Nails, waxing, dresses and now hair! I think I?m going to pee my fucking bed!" Down went the phone for a minute as she was laughing uncontrollably and then as he got angrier, she eventually put the phone back to her ear. "It?s not that funny," bitched Kyle as she was still laughing. "Allie get back on the phone and stop it." "Ok, ok," said Allie, fanning herself and wiping under her eyes, still laughing and trying to calm down. "Oh my gawwdd! I?m having hot flashes this is so "Let me finish, because no it?s not and it just happened so fast. Scissors, clips and all this weird shit," explained Kyle. "I have no idea what she did to me already, and she?s not even done, but Nana was like so freaking excited she already booked her to do my hair again before mom?s surprise party. You get it? I?m booked again with her." "So that?s what you meant by next week?" said Allie as suddenly her giggle evaporated. "I?m fucking booked with her now." "Yup, that?s what I was trying to say, but you were too busy laughing and mocking me!" lectured Kyle. "Fuck! She?s doing your hair that she?ll expect to be my hair next week?" yelled Allie, getting angry. "Is that what you?re saying?" "Pretty much," said Kyle in a panik. "I?m not sure what?s been trimmed vs cut or whatever? What do I do here Allie?" "You fucking moron! You don?t let a hairdresser touch you without talking to me when she thinks you?re me," yelled Allie as her head was ready to explode. "Tell me you did not let her do much, because whatever you fucking did I?m going to have to do before I see her next week. You better not have cut that much and your hair was shorter to begin with!" "Well she talked about all types of things I didn?t understand, and had a conversation with her daughter," said Kyle. "Supposedly something about some weird Jennings blob thing that I think she liked for you, but wasn?t doing for prom but would be better to step it up or down or something. Does that help?" "Oh my gawwddd! I sent her like four or five pictures, but I also told her I changed my mind about shit, but she never texted me back about that," gulped Allie, beginning to freak. "Now focus, idiot! How much hair did you see roll down your cape?" "Uumm?" thought Kyle. "I don?t know. Not too much I don?t think. I only saw some trimmings on the floor." "Of course you know! You have you?re fucking contacts in," yelled Allie. "Maybe on the floor? You must mean she said lob, not blob. Like Kyle Jenner lob, not Jennings blob, so how much hair did she cut because I am going to so kill you if I have to bob my hair. I had that idea for a day and was over it in like ten seconds!" "I don?t know Allie, and she had a little broom. She turned me away from the mirror just to keep me calm! You think you?re the only one freaking out! Do you?" yelled Kyle, getting emotional. "Blobs, lobs, steps, layers!" "Layers should be nothing and layers we can deal with," said Allie, lowering her voice. "Now slow down and what else did she say?" It?s all greek to me Allie, and I?m the one in the chair while she?s saying things like bon voyage to my hair was like the perfect idea I had, so maybe she did cut a lot. I?m not sure yet," said Kyle, trying to keep it together but he couldn?t. "Then she?s rambling she can do it in a single process which will freak out my mother less than if she had to double it. Mix that with some mumbo jumbo about ropes and bumps and waterfalls framing curls and fucking twirls or whatever they are, and guess what! Maybe I?ll take one of those ropes and jump off the bump into a waterfall! I?ve been less confused in calc class, so give me break! We started this prank together, but I?m all alone and I?m sorry if you might have to do something to your hair that you don?t want to, but I?m doing the best I can here." "Do not have a break down on me, and are you crying?" Allie asked, feeling bad. "No," replied Kyle, sucking up some mucus. "Breathe, and keep it together," said Allie in a calming voice. "Now that I hear the rest of what you tried telling me, I don?t think those things were as bad as I first thought, except for maybe one but hard as it is in your present condition, I need you to not be that drama queen so we can both know for sure." "Don?t make me laugh, you bitch," giggled Kyle, wiping one eye and feeling better. "Fine, I?ve been a drama queen, but how could I not? and fuck! I see her car pulling into the driveway out the window. I have to go in a minute." "Ok," said Allie before hearing a loud noise. "I?ll make it quick, but what?s that noise all of a sudden." "Oh the air! I was leaning forward and I leaned back now that she?s here," said Kyle. "It?s like a mini beauty parlor here, and I?ve been sitting here like a little old lady under the dryer. Isn?t that how they make these curls?" "On grandmas, and I was getting to that question, so I?ll make it quick," Allie said. "When you said she liked that I had bon voyage on my wish list and that possibly mom wouldn?t have been happy about it, could she have said she?d be doing a single process balayage, not bon voyage?" "Oh yeah maybe she did say it like that?" thought Kyle. "So that?s ok then?" "And then about how long you've been sitting under that dyer and the weird things you think are curling your hair wouldn?t be made of silver foil would they?" questioned Allie. "Uumm it?s like I?m cooking under here, so I?m not really sure, but for a while before I called you," said Kyle. "And yeah some kind of tin silver foil curler things that I sat handing her while she did my hair. Once it?s fully dry what do these curls just pop out from inside like jiffy pop?" "Not exactly, but I doesn?t matter anymore because the part you got right is that if it?s been that long I?m sure it?s sufficiently cooked," giggled Allie, trying to control her laughter. "Oh my gawwddd. You?re killing me today! You can?t make this stuff up!" "What does that mean?" said Kyle. "And say it quickly because I just heard the front door!" "It means you?ve still got a ways to go before you see your first curl," lectured Allie, laughing as she spoke. "And it also means that I have to hang up too and run down the block to the beauty supply to get some shit you?ll be helping with the second you get home." "Allie, you?re making no sense and does everything have to be funny to you! Now hurry up," said Kyle, watching the door. "I hear footsteps, so English please! Net it out for me." "Net result is just like my nails, you stole the hair I?ve been dying for but mom wouldn?t let me have," said Allie, shaking her head. "Net result is now I have to go steal a lot more money from your room for all the shit I have to buy, because even without an AARP card you?ve joined the golden girls. Could you be any more clueless?" "Maybe?" said Kyle, still unsure. "But I gotta go. Call you back as soon as I can." All he could do was roll his eyes in frrustration, thinking why would she want some old lady hairdo like his Nana but she was so hard to deal with. He put down his phone just there so innocently as in came Betty like a flurry. "Doing ok, Allie?" said Betty, coming in with a few small bags. "Uumm I think so?" said Kyle, trying to figure out what she meant. "Am I almost done?" "Well I think just about?" said Betty, lifting the dryer and peeking open a foil. "Let?s give it five minutes under the lamps so I can work a few areas specifically while I set up a few other things, and then I should be able to take them out. Slide down one chair, honey." "Oh that?s great," said Kyle, feeling better as he slid in the next chair. "I have to call back my brother soon." "Is that who you hung up with when I came in?" asked Betty, switching on all these hot red bulbs. "Yes," said Kyle with a smirk. "We?re very close." "That?s wonderful," said Betty directing them towards certain foils. "You don?t always see things like that these days but I love that. You should be close. Share in each other lives!" "Oh we share plenty," joked Kyle, feeling the heat. "Probably more lately than we both would like to actually." "Nonsense honey," said Betty, walking over to her counter as she began plugging things in. "Siblings can never be close enough, and never forget that. Cherish every single thing you share together and those are things you can talk about your entire life. Now you bake a touch more and while I curl a few wefts, then we?ll finish these going to be gorgeous locks." "Ok," said Kyle as it was still all greek to him, knowing he was cooked either way. Five minutes would turn into eight or nine as she?d check and redirect some bulbs every minute or two, walking back and forth from her counter until finally she was satisfied. "This looks perfect," said Betty, seemingly pleased. "Ok over to the sink young lady, and let?s get these off you. Excited?" "To not be cooked anymore?" joked Kyle. "Elated." "Not as elated as you will be when I?m done, honey," replied Betty, loving his happiness. "Just wait how pretty this will be on you, and then those butterflies will really be gone!" Over to the sink he walked now, happily sitting back and enjoying the fact this would be again moving along. It would be a little bit until all the foils were out but then not what he expected, as instead the water again came on. Her hands now in gloves registered in his mind and this would not be her bare fingertips scraping against his scalp. Eventually when the water went off before she sat him up, wrapping his head in a towel and he started to understand what his sister meant as those were not some strange curlers that just came out. Back to her salon chair he moved, not even wanting to look as she unraveled the towel but as soon as his wet hair dropped down, so did his stomach. "Oh my gawddd," sighed Kyle, squeezing the arm of the chair as it took two or three double takes just to accept what had happened. "Betty!" His sister was right that how could he be actually this clueless, as he knew for sure now what balayage meant and that he hadn?t seen his first curl yet. "I know honey, and don?t freak out on me now, Allison," smiled Betty, lifting his wet hair up with her fingers from behind and showing it to him. "It always looks darker wet. Take a breath honey, believe me it?s going to be fine and everything you wanted." "What I wanted?" sighed Kyle, fighting back tears as she began combing through it. "This is crazy! I can?t believe this is happening? "Oh honey, that makes an old woman so happy," said Betty, stretching it out as she combed, checking the cut. "Makes you feel like almost a new woman, right?" "New woman?" gulped Kyle, wiping a tear and trying to be strong. "Betty I?m not sure how to even say this, but I barely function as one." "Sorry, for a moment I almost forgot you?re only thirteen," said Betty, rubbing his back and then making the smallest little trim. "I?m used to doing hair on old folks, so this is a treat for me too, honey." "Yeah, thirteen. It?s a tough age alright, and I?m almost afraid to ask," Shivered Kyle, watching her make another very small snip and gathering himself. "So it?s going to be lighter. Like a lot lighter?" "I know it?s your first time getting your hair colored, but you?ll learn it?s always a bit tense when you first do it but then it?s amazing. Now relax, it?s going to be stunning on you, and of course it is," explained Betty, putting down her scissors and rubbing his back for a moment and then lifting her blow dryer. "Your hair just took a little longer than I wanted it to get the toning where it needed to be, but don?t worry it took beautifully to the process. You?ll see once I blow it out, honey." Away from his face she blew his hair with her dryer and fingers at first before slowly circling behind him, lifting the back. Before she even began with her brush, he began to see the ends turning golden as they began to dry and then as she stretched them, dropping in obviously layers. He could feel his heart pounding as her brush glided through them, almost magically turning them lighter down the lengths with each drying brush stroke. It was actually a relief as she stepped in front of him as he almost couldn?t bear to watch as she blew it completely dry, but when she reached across to put down her dryer, his eyes turned glassy. Seeing his hair still quite natural on top yet now with a few sprinkled highlights from a middle part as she brushed it away from his face would be tough enough to deal with, but accepting how it became golden rather quickly would be a different type of stunning than she mentioned. He could barely think as she handed him a bin of long silver pins, bands, a few green rollers and plastic jaw clips, as in no time once again she began sectioning his head. A part high on the left with the back of her pointy tailed comb would be matched by one high on the right before quickly she twisted all hair on the top and snapped down a big jaw clip. To the left of his face, she would begin at his left temple with the back of her rat-tailed comb creating smaller sections inside a large one, and then all these blonde ends poked from between her fingers. A little fussing with the amount of hair in each gathering would quickly be followed by some small tugging as she began weaving away from his face. After each little spin of her wrist, more hair would be selected, gathered and twisted as the tightness moved fairly rapidly towards the back of his head. "Clear band, and a silver hinge pin, sweetie," said Betty, reaching down. He handed over a little clear band which would then be wound in, followed by a thick silver pin before over to the other side she went, meticulously repeating her weaving. Once that side was done, it would be back to the other side, twisting what felt like so much less hair just above his earlobe, yet not pulling it too far back. Bands and hinge pins would again wind and slide to his scalp, as each side would again be matched until out came this big fat barreled iron, as finally it seemed he?d be getting those curls. She untwisted the entire top, splitting half of it forwards, tossing it onto his face and then pulled the back section, brushing it past the crown of his head blending it into the back. Vertically now from left to right, she pierced the backmost section with her comb tail and then teased it up a bit, spraying at the roots before finally lifting a curling iron for the first time. She clamped it down almost to the roots as he could feel the intense heat on his scalp and then just folded it back tightly before it would be out in less than five seconds. It would be one more splitting of what was left in his face before she teased and curled back again before she did the third and final one, pulling the hair off his face. Ever so softly brushing now would blend them together as she patted the top of his head as she brushed and oddly split the sections in two after she had just blended them together. "Green roller, and two pins, Allie," said Betty, reaching down one hand as she kept his hair upwards with the other. Now he was suddenly like his grandmother, as she placed the first green roller just how she curled it away from his face, pinning it to his hair and then tightly to his scalp. Once the second roller went in, it would be a few very directed spritzes before she added a touch of heat with her dyer. When she stepped behind him now, he could see that she had framed his face with a style that seemed quite puzzling, with two types of braids at each side beneath these green towering plastic old lady rollers. He was staring at his face, not believing he could have put himself in this spot, as he was a girl in a salon chair watching his hairdresser now work behind his head. Behind his nape now, she?d section straight across before asking for a clip as she twisted most of the hair up off his neck, snapping it in. Behind his left shoulder, she pulled and combed the first long mostly blonde strand and then this odd, much thinner barreled ribbed curling iron would be removed from her vanity. In the mirror it was easy to see the long section being coated in a cloud of hairspray and then before he could blink, her fingers wrapped it around the iron. He was mesmerized watching his hair being curled for the first time, but it couldn?t have felt more surreal when a tight thick curl uncoiled, springing free. "Silver pin, Allie," said Betty, reaching her hand around from behind his back. Just that fast the bouncy blonde ringlet from a dark base would be delicately cupped in her palm and then clipped to his head with the pin. What he thought was happening so much earlier was finally underway, but seemed more of a process once again than he thought as they?d be coiled, yet for some reason not ready for display. All he could think about now was seeing Tiffany like this much earlier, saying she had her hair pinned for hours and then he wondered if this would be how she?d be driving him home. In a way maybe that would be better, as his sister could just help him get them out, but then a little tug at his roots awakened him. "Allison? Day dreaming about the dreamy boy again?" Betty asked, after giving his hair a minor yank, having a little chuckle. "Silver pin, honey?" "Sorry," said Kyle, handing up a silver hinge pin, definitely zoned out but for much different reasons. "Thank you, honey," said Betty, stretching and coating. "Just keep a few in your fingers, as I?d like to move this along please." Betty?s intensity seemed to also pick up as chit chat had ceased, replaced by the fizz of hairspray and the sizzle of each curl baking. He'd hand pin after pin as she?d curl and clip them up as he?d lose sight of her work when she was directly behind his head. On only the sides they?d peek out, but could feel pin after pin sliding in as they continued to raise across and then upward one at a time in layers. The more sections he could see the more he realized he?d become more than half blonde, but now more than half baked as curls began to rise above his crown. In the mirror though he saw his favorite person enter the room, which he hoped would be a good sign, hoping this meant he?d be heading home soon. "Looking fabulous, Allie," said his grandmother, walking in smiling. "You must be getting really excited." "That I?m almost done?" smiled Kyle. "Maybe?" "Two more curls, honey," said Betty, stretching and working. "Then yes we?ll let them cool and set a little, sweetheart." "Ok, Aunt Betty," said Kyle, politely handing up a pin. "And while they do, I thought we?d talk a little, Allie," said his grandmother, rolling over a chair as Betty stretched his hair above his head, "Oh sure, Nana," said Kyle, watching the iron roll up the last curl, not thinking anything like he was caught but always apprehensive. "What about exactly?" "Oh that mother of yours," said his grandmother, taking the container off his lap. "Last pin please, Allie," said Betty as he handed it up. "She?s not here again," gulped Kyle. "You?re bringing me home, not her right?" "She?s not here, and she?ll be mad at me about the ombre hair, not you," said Nana, putting out her hands. "Now give me your hands, and I don?t want you worried about her. Understand!" "Yes, Nana," said Kyle, nodding and looking at her. "But you know she?s..." "My daughter, so I?m still the boss of her! And I know she lied to you, so I?m not happy but Nana knows how to fix these things," said Nana, squeezing his hands. "You trust your Nana right Allie?" "Of course, Nana," said Kyle, squeezing back. "Probably more than anyone in the world." "Good, then you know Nana wouldn?t let anyone hurt you," said his grandmother, looking behind him and nodding. "Now close your eyes with me for a second and be my strong young lady, please." "Ok, but why? I..." Kyle started to say, feeling a pop on his right ear. "Oh myyyy gawwwdd. Did you?" "See it was nothing to be worried about," said Nana, squeezing his hand harder. "I knew you?d do great!" "You pierced my ear?" sighed Kyle, feeling sick and reaching up touching it. "Oh my gawwd Nana." "You barely flinched, and I told her to let me bring you but no..?" said Nana, pulling down his hand. "She lied and said you did it but now it is done. Now give me your hand, and you barely flinched so let?s get this over with." "Oh gawddd, that was my right? Nana that means?" asked Kyle, fighting back a tear, squeezing her hand as he could feel Betty behind his ear maybe tightening at the post. "That you?re a brave young lady," said Nana, squeezing harder and then it wasn?t her messing with the post at all as he felt the next pop. "Oh my gawddd," gulped Kyle, even more shocked as it was a second pop in the same lobe. "Nannnaaa?" "See, both of those were fine, sweetie," said his grandmother, letting go of his hand and rubbing his arm. "Ok let?s just finish it quick and it?s over doll." "I thought you were doing the other side?" groaned Kyle, teary eyed. "Not two in one side." "I know you did, and Nana?s sorry if she let you believe that, but that?s why it?s was better to get it over with," said his grandmother, grabbing his hand again. "Now come let?s finish. Two more little pinches, and once you see them with your dress, you?ll forget you were ever even worried about this." "Oh gawwddd," Kyle sighed, closing his eyes, feeling the first pop on his left ear, never letting go and keeping them closed until the second piercing went through. He could even fight back his tears once it was over as Nana wiped them with her finger and then stood up, rolling away the chair. She came back, giving him a hug, squeezing him and then softly rubbed his back before letting go and hugging him again, seeing the fright in his face. "It?s over, sweetie," said his grandmother, rubbing his arms. "I told my stupid ass daughter to handle this when you were an infant so you?d never have to go through that, but you?re as tough as you are pretty, and now you?re even prettier." "Why don?t you go toss a little water on your face honey, and let Nana go finish her work," said Betty, coming over and rubbing his back. "I need five minutes to set up to start on your face so everything from here is easy I promise . Maybe a half hour or so, and then before you know it we can take your hair down, ok Allie?" "Ok," nodded Kyle, wiping under his own eyes. "Go ahead, sweetie," said his Nana. "I?m almost done anyway, so I?ll be back before your curls will even be done." He took his pocketbook, hurrying to the bathroom, closing the door and twisted his face from side to side. He couldn?t stop feeling the posts out of the back of his lobes and reached back, gently touching the rolls of his hair pinned to his head. He leaned back against the wall, letting out a small gasp as he gathered himself, pulling out his phone and could barely dial his sister again as his hands were shaking. "Allie, I?m so so freaking screwed," mumbled Kyle. "What do I do?" "Well you?re pretty enough, but you?re barely a teenager," joked Allie. "I love making out like the next girl, but screwing? That I simply don?t do." "Please, Allie!" said Kyle shivering. "I?m trying to tell you I don?t think I?m going to get there in time to help, and now I?m going to really need your help I guess when you get home." "Took you long enough!" Scolded Allie. "Finally figured out what balayage is, princess?" "Stop! I really am freaking out," whispered Kyle. "Betty and Nana let me have a break to splash some water on my face because I?m stressing." "Really?" asked Allie, getting excited. "It came out that good. I was so stressing ,worried how it might look on me? It?s a big change?" "Ya think!" said Kyke, raising his voice. "You were worried! It?s not on you Allie. It?s on me?" "I know, but it will be on me now too?" Allie replied. "So come on. Spill. Tell me how it came?" "Could you be more self-centered?" said Kyle, getting frustrated. "It?s like the same on top and the sides, except maybe a few highlights I think, then gets really blonde. Really fucking blonde." "Holy shit, that sounds so pretty!" said Allie, getting excited. "Like what kind of blonde? I wanted it multi-tonal with a golden base, and maybe some wheat or platinum mixed in. Is that how it is?" "It?s got rollers and pinned to my head in like a zillion places, Allie," screamed Kyle. "I?m fucking blonde, Allie. Blonde! Really blonde on more of my head than I can describe, so that?s all I know and you can fix that right?" "Jeez? Like that was my fault! I already bought a ton of shit with your money for me and you, so let?s hope so," said Allie, rolling her eyes. "Next time freak out when someone starts dying your hair, not after." "Like I knew that? Obviously I didn?t, but if I understood at the time I would have, but it?s even worse than that." Kyle was shaking, trying to stay composed. "A lot worse!" "Fuck, I though you said she didn?t cut that much?" yelled Allie. "I don?t want short hair, Kyle. Tell me that?s not what you mean, or I?ll be so pissed at you!" "Again this is not just about you, and I saw it when she curled it, so no," said Kyle. "Now could you listen?" "Whewww," sighed Allie. "Sure. I feel better now!" "I?m glad you do!" said Kyle. "Because the reason Betty ran out was because Nana sent her out because she was pissed at mom for lying about you finally getting your ears pierced! I?ve never heard her so vengeful." "They just love fighting about anything those two, and yeah I was a big chicken for years, but she wasn?t lying about that. I did that last week," started Allie then catching on. "Did you not notice and ..... Hhuuuh! Seriously?" "Yeah." Kyle was quivering. "How many times can you make these mistakes, Kyle?" Allie said before giggling. "More than I can count today," sighed Kyle, gasping. "Ok...ok.. Don?t freak! I?ll get them out and they close up?" said Allie, feeling terrible. "Please! Again with the crying? You?re killing me, and you didn?t get your makeup done yet, did you?" "Shut up and no," yelled Kyle, wiping his eye. "And I?m fine, so thanks for asking. This is a lot to handle." "Sorry, and I guess you?re handling it as well as any girl would be anyway, even if you?re not one. We?re all emotional wrecks anyway, so who am I to be a jerk," said Allie with some sympathy. "Yeah, we?ll I never was before today," replied Kyle, trying to compose himself. "No comment," Allie giggled before questioning him. "So do I even have to ask if Nana has that planned next, so please just stay calm or you?ll really make a mess of yourself and then it?ll take forever?" "I just found out, of course she does," sighed Kyle. "Betty will be starting on my face the second I get back from the bathroom, and right now all I really know is I?m sitting here with what I know one hundred percent are curls pinned up setting, and I have pierced ears. So what?s a little makeup at this point?" "It?s nothing, but you sure? You?re looking in the mirror, right?" joked Allie, staring to laugh. "Because you were pretty wrong before?" "I?m sure, because I watched the curling iron go in myself and handed her the pins," said Kyle, calming down and twisting his neck. "I watched these rollers on too after she curled back what she called the bump. I got the thick braid thingies plus the rope braids thingies on each side, and I learned a lot today about how curls can last longer if you keep them coiled while you let them cool down, so that?s the point we?re up to as we speak." "Oh my gawddd! That sounds so pretty!" sighed Allie. "I can?t wait to see that once she let?s them down and what kind of earrings did Nana have her put on you? Little diamond studs if I know her, so is that what I should put in?" "They?re kind of big, and yeah in the first hole," said Kyle, touching his ear. "In the second hole, this light blue sapphire that matches the dress. That?s the one she sent out Betty for that she didn?t have." "You got two in each ear?" yelled Allie, surprised. "A diamond and a sapphire!" "Is that not what you have?" sighed Kyle, getting worried again. "Ahhhhh, not yet!" laughed Allie. "And those I can?t just pop out of your ears into mine without going somewhere to have it done, but I?ll let my hair down later before mom picks up on that." "Ok, but you can get those out too, right?" Kyle asked, touching his earrings in the mirror. "Yeah, just don?t make a big fuss about it, and I?m sure Nana will make you try on the dress one last time before you get back here, but I got it," replied Allie. "Just stay calm and be cool." "I?m trying," said Kyle, taking a breath. "Betty said something like a half hour and I can get dressed then I should be home." "Jeez you?re cutting it so close," said Allie, looking at the time. "Suck it up and get back in there, princess. Sneak me a call right before you leave so we can coordinate." "I?ll try," said Kyle, hanging up and leaving the bathroom, heading back inside.