"If you're out here... then that means-" Wes began.

"That Maddie beat me to the bathroom again. Which means it'll probably be another hour before I can even consider taking a piss in a proper pot." Matt finished. He was about to go on before he noticed his friend's glazed look which almost certainly meant he wasn't paying him the slightest bit of attention (of course he wouldn't call himself the most observant of people).

"Hey, if you're thinking about perving on my naked sister then you better consider buying a bullet-proof vest first!" Matt joked, but when his friend still didn't respond he thought he better finish his breakfast while fiercely guarding the bathroom door.

Meanwhile, Wes was weighing the multiple benefits of charging into the bathroom to save his dearly beloved from the terrible effect(s?) of...well, to be honest, his absolute brilliance gone kinda wrong.

In his somewhat mentally sick mind's eye, he could see Maddie wrapping her long, delicate arms around his neck, while he attempted to shield her maidenly beauty from her meddlesome, prying, intrusive, interfering, and any other words synonymous with downright annoying, brother.

Wes's dream Maddie was just starting to profess her love and gratitude for saving her from a horrendous fate when he was brought back to reality with a mirror-shattering scream echoing from the bathroom.

"Just what I need...another seven years of bad luck," I mumbled to myself. Maybe it could counteract my current bad luck? I better not bet on that though.

Willing my heart to slow down, I logically chose to rinse my hair again rather than face the torture and what was sure to be unending teasing that would inevitably ensue if the guys saw me with bubblegum blue hair.

Yet, I had to eventually admit defeat after countless rinsing, cursing, and (though I'm properly ashamed) full-on tantrums, which in my defense I haven't been driven to do in years.

I wrapped myself tightly in my bathrobe, thankful for any comfort I could get in my time of need, before preparing to leave the safety of the bathroom; which pretty much entailed attempting to persuade my reluctant self to face my unavoidable fate.

At the door I saw my not-so-identical-anymore twin brother sitting on the floor, shoveling cereal into his highly unsanitary maw.

"Finally-" he began before catching sight of me and spewing an unfathomably large mouthful of Lucky Charms across the hallway carpet. But he didn't seem to care as he fought to get a lungful of air, his free hand was slapping the now milk-saturated carpet.

I passed his hunched form with determined indifference. IfYouCan'tSaySomethingNice, I repeated in my head. But based on his continued snorts and renewed laughter I surmised that he probably wasn't the culprit behind this annihilation of hair.

Thus, my uncanny powers of deduction indicated that the most likely candidate for this inhuman, dastardly crime was calmly sitting in the next room.

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