Chapter 8

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Dustin

It was Mike. At first I thought it was Molly, but it was Mike. I turned my head to see a very red faced Mike, with hair bows on top of his head. Molly had stuck his long hair in little tufts of hair all over his head.

"My masterpiece!" Molly exclaimed gesturing to Mike. Lucas, Will, and I were dying of laughter. Molly saw us, and a smirk appeared on her face.

"Oh, you think this is funny?" Molly asked, digging into her bag to pull out multicolored hair extensions, hair ties, and some makeup. Our eyes widened in fear, and Molly launched herself at Will, sitting him down in a chair. He didn't even try to move because Molly looked scary when she was mad.

"Have mercy!" Will pleaded as Molly brushed his hair. She immediately started braiding it, and tying it with little clips. After she had finished his hair, she started applying makeup to his face. When she finished, she nodded her head, and turned Will around in the chair.

"Wow Molly!" Will said as she showed him his face with a mirror.

"Yeah, you clean up well. Now Mike and Will, let's get Lucas in this chair," Molly replied smiling evilly at us.

Lucas's eyes widened in fear, and he immediately started to run, but Mike grabbed him by the shirt, and Molly sat him down. Will tied Lucas's hands down, so he couldn't move. I just stood there in shock as Molly attached rainbow hair extensions to Lucas's head, and put so much lipstick on his face. When she turned him around, I'll admit, Lucas looked really good, but also kind of stupid.

"Oh Curly Fry," Molly purred, "it's your turn." I blushed at the tone of her voice, as she walked over to me, and grabbed me by the collar with strength I never knew she had. She yanked me into a chair, and I was too scared to move.

"W-what are you going to do, Molly?" I asked nervous. She just moved her head towards my ear, and I shivered when she whispered, "You'll see."

I blushed because her face was so close to mine. If I moved my head, our lips would touch. It took all my willpower to not jump up, and kiss her senseless. I didn't because my friends would tease me forever. Besides, she was my best friend, you didn't kiss your best friend.

I felt a sharp tug on my head, and a weird brush being brushed across my cheeks. When Molly finished, she stood back to admire her work. She nodded approvingly. She turned me around, and the boys clapped.

"Very nice Molly," Mike nodded.

"I'm liking the hair," Will added.

"You look ridiculous," Lucas said laughing.

"Says the boy with a clown mouth," I shot back.
"Boys! Smile!" Molly called, snapping photos with Will's abandoned camera. We all groaned, we would never live this down.

Molly

I still don't know what came over me. I don't know why I suddenly whispered in Dustin's ear, and very openly flirted with him. I was extremely embarrassed, but not as embarrassed as they would be when these photos were processed. Jonathan would love these.

When I was done humiliating my friends, I handed them each a wipe to clean their faces. Mike did okay with cleaning his face. Probably had to deal with that from Nancy. Will and Lucas cleaned their faces very well, but Dustin was having trouble.

I sighed as I walked over to him, took the wipe from his hand, and started to clean the makeup off. I blushed slightly. Our faces were so close once again. One move, and I could kiss him. I didn't because he didn't like me like that, and that would make things awkward.

Once I was done, I smiled at him, and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, a habit I had developed when I was nervous. He smiled back, and was about to say something when Mike coughed.

"Hey lovebirds, you're not the only ones in this room, remember?!" Lucas exclaimed. We both blushed, and moved away from each other. The boys laughed. Yup, these are my friends.

Will

Okay, this is getting ridiculous! They clearly liked each other but were too blind to see it! I had to do something about this, and I had the perfect plan. All I needed was to get boys on board.

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