"I feel like an idiot," Isaac muttered as we drove through the city in a rented car.
I have to admit, he did look halarious.
"Well, if only you hadn't insisted on brushing so hard," I began to say, but stopped when Isaac shot me a look that could kill.
"Shut up!"
"Well, I was only saying-"
"I said, shut up!" Isaac snapped.
"Boys, boys! Please, stop it now!" my dad quieted us both.
I shot Isaac a quick look. I knew he was in a bad mood. But I guess I couldn't blame him. I'd probably be all moody if there was a hair brush stuck in my hair!
"Now, where is Jennifer?" my dad questioned the two of us.
"Back at the hotel," I answered.
"Where's your brother?"
"That's why Jen is there. She's waiting just in case he shows up."
"In other words, we don't know where Zac is," Isaac finished for me.
Dad sighed loudly. "He knows that I don't like him running off in strange cities."
"Hey, he's the Zac-Man! You can never count on him to sit still for a second. Besides, he'll probably show up sooner or later," I assured him.
"I do hope you're right!"
"Trust me!"
Suddenly, the entire van swirved to the right and I peered out of the window at a rather large building with a huge picture of a hair spray bottle posted outside the front. Isaac rolled his eyes and leaned against the back seat, uninterested in the store and probably wondering why he even need to go to a beauty salon for a simple brush.
I jumped out of the van and quickly pulled open the glass door. I was greeted by the sound of ringing chimes that made my presence known to others. Behind me, both my dad and Isaac strutted along slowly. Ike didn't look like he was in a hurry to get inside, the way that he tucked his hands inside of his pockets and peered down at the ground as if there was something very interesting about it.
"Come on, hurry up," my dad grabbed his arm and dragged Ike into the building and up to the front desk. "Um, hello. I called about ten minutes ago about the hairbrush emergency."
The lady at the front desk spoke as if she was just learning english. "Yes, and your name please?"
"Uh... Isaac Hanson," Ike spoke up, sounding in a hurry to make like a tree and leave.
"There is no Isaac Hanson listed for an emergency appoitment," the hairdo lady stated calmly.
"Oh, well. Try Clarke Hanson."
After a few minutes of clicking on a computer keyboard, the lady flashed a fake smile and motioned for us to take a seat in the waiting room.
I passed time by browsing through the hair style books with little interest and trying to ignore the foul smell floating through the room.
After a few drowsy minutes had passed, a very tall lady with a bee's hive hair style and a glowing, purple dress walked in and asked for "the wonderful Clarke Hanson to please step inside the magical world of hair."
I snickered and watched as Isaac held tightly to his hat and stepped inside the next room.
"Why don't you wait here," my dad offered and I nodded happily.
With my legs crossed, I began browsing through the hair style books once again, before I noticed the employee behind me.
"Oh, I think that hairstyle would look absolutely wonderful on you!" she gasped and pointed at a picture of girl who looked like her hair had gotten run over by a car.
"Uh, no thanks. I like mine the way it is," I told her softly and blushed a deep red.
"You mean, you aren't here for a new look?" she asked with a hurt tone.
"No, I don't think so. Not this time."
"Well, why don't we just fix it up a bit anyway?" she asked hopefully. I could tell this woman had noting better to do than make more money.
I sighed, closed the book, and got up off the couch. "Okay then. I'll let you fix my hair up in dreadlocks... you know? The little braids everywhere?" I told her, and pictured how much I would look like Zac.
A wide grin spread across the employee's face. "Aww, you're a sweet and charming gentleman," she assured and lead me through the same door that Ike had just passed through.
I was seated in a small barbor chair and with a few quick spins, she got to work. I leaned back comfortably and took the chance to explore the so-called "wonderful world of hair" that the first employee had mentioned.
The room was packed full of customers in chairs getting their hair done in many crazy ways. There had to be at least a hundred different people in the same room.
"Ow!" I suddenly cried when I felt a tug at my hair.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," the lady cooed and continued braiding.
Finally, after minutes went by of having someone tangle my hair with their own fingers, the hair stylist announced that I was finished and with a quick twirl of the seat, I was facing the mirror.
At first, I almost began saying hi to "Zac" and asking where he'd been all afternoon, when I caught myself and had to remind myself that I was still the same Taylor, braids or no braids. But it was scary how similar I looked with Zac's hair style!
"Freaky cool!" I exclaimed and rapped my finger around a braid and felt the bumps and loops in it.
"You are a daisy in the wind, just blooming with gorgeous looks!" the woman in front of me said and clapped her hands together, seeming satisfied with her work.
I smiled and was glad to have actually come along with Ike. As I marched back to the front counter of the big building, I met up with Isaac and my dad. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw how halarious Ike looked. I almost didn't recognize him!
"Oh my God, Isaac, you look absolutely ridiculous!" I grabbed my sides for support as laughter filled the room.
Not only was an inch of Isaac's hair trimmed off, but the ends were also curled up in a girly fashion. He glared at me with a look that could kill.
"The hair stylist said the curls would come out after I washed my hair," he announced, trying not to attack me suddenly.
"Well, I see you decided to fix up your hair as well," my dad observed and shook his head sadly as I continued laughing.
"Uh-huh, but at least I still look normal," I laughed.
"Normal? You look like Zac all of a sudden," Isaac commented, getting in his share of the laughs.
"Hey, Zac's weirdness can be a good thing!" I said proudly. "Being weird is cool... normal is boring! But you, Ike, are definetely strange and I don't think that would be considered cool at all!"
"Just hurry up and get this stuff paid for so I can go back to the hotel and take a shower," Ike muttered and strutted over to the nearest trash can and dropped his brush into it.
I took a few deep breaths to get over my laughing fit and followed the others to back out to the car. Jennifer and Zac just had to hear this story!