Sadie
I never knew that coloring your hair can be so painful.
Georgia describes the first two steps as “bleaching”. I call it hell. 
After coloring my hair, she wrapped it with plastic wrap and covered it in a shower cap to shield me from the blinding colors that I hate so much, according to Georgia. What a thoughtful friend. (insert sarcasm)
“You can remove it in twenty minutes.” She said before opening the door. “Hey princess! Come here now!” She called out loud.
I hear a faint of Anya’s voice from the bathroom shouting “I said don’t call me that!” Georgia giggles loudly as I walk behind her, my eyes watching my feet digging on a black and red checkered rug to dry my soles. As I walk my way to the living room, I look up and see Anya up close, her hair cap makes her look bald. She is looking grumpily at Georgia, and when she turns to me, she gives me a soft smile. “Hope you had a good time there.”
I scoff, “As if I’d be happy having rainbows .”
She chuckles before she walks past me to the bathroom. Shit, she looks so beautiful even without hair.
Georgia nudges me and says, “Don’t even dream it.” Before going inside the bathroom. My smile, which I realized was there, turns to a frown. Don’t even dream it, you’re never gonna be with her.
Well, it’s not like I’m wishing for it anyway!
I try to push all the giddy feelings off my heart and make my way to the sofa.
The rest of the room is quiet as I sit still. I tap my fingers on my knees while looking around just to do something. I hear a door shut and I look at my friend leading the pop star to the chair. I can’t make out her face until she sits down. Anya’s eyes are shut and her lips are pressed inwards. She’s holding the towel completely wrapped around her head so that I can barely see her hair.
Georgia tells Anya that she can let go, which the latter did though her eyes are still closed. As soon as the towel drops, the hair dryer on Anya's right turns on as Georgia starts doing her work.
I'm shocked by the transformation of the hair. It’s so short, so dark, and so different than what I see from Anya Moore before. Though, I can’t see how it looks on her yet since Georgia’s figure is in the way.
I hear a click and the blow dryer’s whirring slowly fades. “You’re good to go!” Georgia said optimistically. 
Anya is still sitting in front of the mirror. She’s leaning forwards out of frame, her hands on her face. “I’m not ready.”
Georgia rolls her eyes. “You’re just being too dramatic.”
“Wait!” We watch as Anya took a deep breath before she sits back up. She uncovers her eyes and slowly opens them. When one eye was open, the other followed shortly, fully open as she sees herself with her new hair.
Her hair is not too short but considering this is Anya Moore, aka the long-haired blondie popstar, this is the shortest and the darkest her hair has been. The other side of her head is shaved while the other is only up to her cheeks. Her hair is completely straight and black, with orange on the tips.
“So?” Georgia asked.
Anya stood up, still in shock. She turns to look at Georgia. “So?” She looks at me. “How do I look?!”
I can feel my heart slowly beating faster and faster. Her natural brown eyes are glued to me. You look more than good, better than perfect, is what I would say, but my mouth suddenly forgot how to talk. 
Anya Moore, thank you for saving me from falling off a cliff. This time can you pleeaase save me from falling in love with you?
“You look good in punk, in my opinion.” Georgia talked for me, but her words are not enough. “What I need to know is if you like it.”
Anya spins back to look in the mirror. She leans closer to it and keeps touching her hair and the shaved side. “I…”
Anya
“You don’t like it?” Georgia nods her head down at me.
“No not like that I just…” I look back at my reflection. “Wow, I…” 
“Okay yeah I get it you’re speechless." She said it like she's heard it many times before. "Days!” She calls out. I turn around to see what that means.
Sadie stood up, rolling her eyes. “I told you not to call me that anymore.”
“Still a cute name why not?”
“Ugh!” 
Georgia wraps her arms around Sadie’s shoulder as they walk to the bathroom. 
I look back at the mirror, staring at the stranger that they told is me. Wow…I still can’t believe it. I look so different, even I can’t recognize myself. Sssshit.
“Hey,” I turn hearing the familiar voice behind me. “You sure you’re alright?” Georgia’s hands are on my shoulder, her eyes staring at me with worry.
“Yeah! It’s just that…I’ve never seen myself before…”
“So what made you look so…Scared?” She responded, crouching down to fix the cables. 
I look down, blushing. “M-my mom…” She’s gonna kill me. The moment I saw myself in the mirror, all that was in my head is my mom is gonna kill me, my mom is gonna kill me. I ruined my career, and my mom is gonna kill me.
“Oh. Yeah, I understand. But what’s the point of worrying when it’s already done?” She stood up, the blow dryer in hand. “Love it, or hate it: there’s no turning back now. It’s your choice in the end.” She pats my shoulders before going back to the bathroom.
I took a deep breath and stare at myself again. Georgia’s right. I can’t be afraid of something I chose. I should not regret this. I’m already free so why do I have to worry about my mom? I need to keep going.
Looking at myself for a long time, I am flabbergasted. This is the hair only people like Hayley Williams would rock in, but I rock this look. I look so cool! The shaved head worries me a bit. I am not used to this. I feel like a rebel, and I love it. I’m going to take a picture of this!
Oh shit. Yeah right. My phone automatically has my location turned on. If I charge it, my mom will know where I am. But I need my phone, my recordings are there. The songs I wrote were there too. And my pictures! Shit shit what to do. I look behind me, my bag is on the couch, along with its charger. I chew my bottom lip, thinking of my next move. 
I decide to stand up, take the bag, and walk back to the chair. The plan is to charge my phone and as I enter my password, I will turn my location off right away, send all my notes, photos, and recordings to my Drive so I can log into my apple account and make a new one that anyone doesn’t know. After that, I install my apps again and log my google accounts back. I sigh in relief. 
“Prepare yourself!” I watch Georgia from the mirror. She exits the bathroom with Sadie in front of her, covering her eyes with both hands as she leads her to the mirror beside me. 
“I will hate you for this,” Sadie said while gritting her teeth.
As Georgia lets go, Sadie blinks until her eyes are completely open. There are some changes in her hairstyle--the cut is layered, with the length of the front just below her chin. The hair is still thick and frizzy (maybe that’s just her hair works). But what left me in awe is the way the colors work on her hair. It’s very colorful-looking but they’re just shades of one color. There’s an orangey red, then normal orange, and light orange as well as light purple, normal purple, and magenta all scattered around the hair. I’ve never seen such color schemes, yet it all fits perfectly together. I might color my hair like that someday.
I take a look at Sadie to see how she reacts. From what I know from her style, I am sure she would hate it, but she doesn’t look disgusted or angry about it. Instead, her lips are formed in a straight line, her bottom lip is in her mouth like she’s biting it. 
“You should be thanking me bitch!” Georgia said, chuckling. “You thought I will just splat a whole ass rainbow but I thought of you, BITCH!” that chuckle upgraded into a laugh. I watch as Sadie starts letting go of her lips and smile, even sighing a laugh while looking at Georgia through the mirror. “I thought that up! I went and look for these colors at the very end of the basement. I fought demons and spiders for that one! Just so the colors still stay true to who you are!”
“Yeah right fine!” Sadie rolls her eyes and scoff. “I like it. Thank you.”
She…Likes it? All these bright colors around her face and she likes it? I never see her as someone who likes colors before. Maybe Georgia is right: She is not my best friend. I don’t know her well, and it shows that Georgia knows how to make Sadie smile. I don’t have the right to judge. 
Georgia raises her hands, closes them to a fist, and makes a motion that looks like she’s pulling the air down. “Yes, I knew it! Haha!” Both of them start laughing, which I don’t get. Are they laughing because they’re too happy about the outcome, or is it an inside joke? It starts to not matter to me because I focus more on Sadie, and how she looks so beautiful in those colors. Its vibrance emphasizes her smile, which I love. She should be smiling like that always. 
Sadie must’ve noticed my thinking because she stops laughing when she saw me looking confused.
“Never seen a straight person so dumbfounded before..” Georgia said, a smirk forming on her lips. 
Sadie playfully punches Georgia. “You fuck don’t be like that!” both of them laugh again before she turns to me, smiling.
I can feel my heart starts fluttering again like it did in the bonfire.