Don’t even ask

It took a little while. Not very long. The haircut wasn’t the most difficult thing to deal with.

Okay, I’m a horrible liar. I couldn’t stop looking at it. There was just something so strange in knowing that she went to Aveda with that magazine in hand. The same one that I had looked at in her room. Then showed it to the lady and asked for that particular haircut. What, couldn’t she find any women with that same haircut? Half of America was getting it for Christ’s sake. Charlie’s Angels was everywhere and she picked a picture of a Backstreet Boy for reference?

But as the weeks went on, Amy pointed out two things. First, her hair was growing out and the layers did actually look nice. When she actually styled them. And second, Kevin’s hair was growing out and he no longer took the time to style in the layers and it constantly seemed greasy. As opposed to Howie’s hair—his was soft and manageable with an easy look.

Um, yeah. As we were saying…

She’s unbelievable, you know that? Now, when we go out, she brings along her own CDs to play in my car. And wouldn’t you know? Of course Backstreet Boys are in the there. I always wind up turning on the car with the stuff starting up…blaring as all hell and loud. Nothing could be more embarrassing.

Well, that and sometimes when she is in the car, she catches me mumbling along with the music. I have never heard someone laugh that loud.

We were sitting at a table in the dining hall. Along with Je’Nise, we were all silent. I was intent on finishing up the slop they call lunch that particular Friday. Je’Nise was fingering her way through a magazine—no, I did not care who was on the cover or whatnot. But I did hear a few squeals about AJ being her baby’s daddy. Meanwhile, Amy was actually reading the paper. Yeah, I couldn’t believe that one either.

Although, when I glance over, I’m not surprised to see the horoscopes. She continues on, moving back through the pages to the arts and entertainment section. At that point, I turn back to my slosh, pushing it around with my fork before I gather enough worthy of a swallow.

"Oh, my God!"

My fork literally fell to my plate with a clatter, as did Je’Nise’s. "What up?" she questioned Amy.

Amy didn’t even look up from her spot in the page, "Tickets go on sale Saturday."

"So, let’s go."

"We can’t."

In a low, disappointed tone, "They’re coming in the summer?"

I continue on, volleying my attention between each girl with every response they deliver. I tell ya, they could do this all day long.

"Yup. And no Milwaukee either."

Shaking my head and afraid to ask, I do. "What are you guys talking about?"

The two girls caught each other’s gazes then slowly turned to face me. At the same time. Talk about freaky. What am I supposed to do now in this silence? I only shrug and they each turn back to their previous readings. I knew I shouldn’t have even bothered to ask.

It was nearly two minutes later when I heard a low grumble, "The Boys are touring again."

Oh dear God help us all…