Their Hooked Lives {💯%}

11. Adding color

Cj pov, 28-02-2020 (present), age 12:
"CJ!!!" Harry said and I heared he walked over to my door.
"Cj please tell me you didn't do anything..." he muttered and he opened the door.
"What the hell did you do?!" he said.
"Nothing..."
So yea, I might've dyed my hair a little...
"She said I couldn't shave half of my hair, not that I couldn't dye it..." I said.
"Ohw Cj why? Harriette is sooo gonna kill me for letting this happen..." Harry muttered.
He looked at me.
"Please tell me this isn't permanent?" 
I grinned nervously and looked away.
"CJ! Ohe come on, why didn't you just listen?"
"Because you know me!"
Harry rushed a hand through his hair.
"This is bad, this is so so so so bad..."
"Ohw come on... Why is this so bad?"
"You dyed your hair green! Harriette is gonna kill me!" 
"Not completely... Just some parts..."
"You're so-"
Harry sighed and he shoke his head.
"Why am I even trying? This is exactly what Harriette meant..." he muttered and he walked away.
"Harry...?" I muttered, knowing that I really screwed up this time...

He was sitting on the couch and he seemed like he was about to throw himself off a cliff.
"Are you that mad at me?" I asked and Harry looked up.
"No."
"Wait- You're not?"
"I get it, you just had to prove how irresponsible I am."
"You're not irresponsible."
"Bitch please, you know me. I am. Besides I've always been."
"Harry this wasn't because you're irresponsible, but because I'm stubborn and annoying. Also, you and Harriette were both here when I dyed my hair so technically if she wants to say you're irresponsible, so was she."
"You dyed you hair when Harriette was still here? When she specifically told you not to do anything to your hair?"
"Maybe...?"
"You really remind me of something you know..."
"Like what?"
"When I met Dizzy, you know. Tremaine's granddaughter."
"Yes I know Dizzy."
"It was quite funny though."

Harry pov, 23-11-2016, age 13:
So Mal kinda challenged me for a little game. We both had to try to prank eachother for a week long.
It wasn't that bad... Until I screwed up badly.
I kinda hit Mal with goblins snot and let's say she had to cut half of her hair length off because of me, which made her pissed as hell.
She acctually forced me to let Dizzy put a make over on my hair, which I didn't want to of course.
But you know Mal, when she put her mind to something... y'know...

Anyways when we arrived and Tremaine's we heared a loud bang.
Mal looked at me for a moment and we entered the building.
We saw this small girl with big glasses.
Her hair was filled with hair dye and she looked at us.
"MAL!" She said and she wanted to hug her but Mal stopped her.
"Not now. You'd get that all over my jacket, I just cleaned it."
"Sorry..."
Mal looked at me.
"Harry this is Dizzy, y'know the girl I told you about." Mal said and Dizzy's smile grew.
"Oh goblins..."
So yea Mal kinda forced me to let Dizzy do whatever she wanted and well... You can still see the results, I kinda kept the same haircut ever since.
It was just funny when lady Tremaine got downstairs and saw the colours in Dizzy's hair.
Later it appeared it was permanent dye instead of temporary, you can still see the colours in Dizzy's hair nowdays.
Tremaine got pissed as hell and Mal and I kinda fled.

Mal looked at me after a while.
"Y'know, it ain't that bad. I'm suprised Dizzy didn't do worse." she said as she messed up my hair with her hand with a smirk.
"Hey-!" I said and she two of us burst out in laughter.
I rushed a hand through my hair and looked at Mal.
"I'm suprised you didn't throw a bucket of goblin snot over my head."
"Meh, I owed Dizzy a favour besides. I know how addicted you're to your hair. So yea, two things at once without making you shave your head."
"Heh, I suppose I even kinda owe you."
"Be carefull what you wish for Hook. I got more tricks on my sleave."
I grinned and the two of us split ways again.

Cj pov, 28-02-2020 (present), age 12:
I looked at Harry.
"So that was why you actually changed your hair back then!" I said and Harry chuckled.
"Yea..."
He sighed and I put my hand on his shoulder.
"You're better off with Uma then with Mal." I said and Harry looked at me with a small smile.
"I know lil' sis."
Then Harry's phone rang.
"What on earth does Gaston jr. wants now?" Harry muttered as he picked up.
"What's down?" Harry asked.
His eyes widen as his look shot to the table, where Harriettes phone was.
"She's on her way to pick it up...? As in right now? Yea... great..."
He hung up and rushed a hand thriugh his hair.
"Okay this is bad..." he muttered.
He looked at me.
"Cj, go to your room. Lock the door and pretend that you're asleep like you never left your room after Harriette left. Okay?"
"What are you gonna do?" I asked.
"Making sure that Harriette won't find iut about this."
"You're helping me?"
"Go to your room before I regret lying to Harriette about this."
I nodded and did what he asked me to.