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open the
visor.   “You have to be kidding me,
right?”
                    Chuckling,
Jeremy shakes his head.   “Nope, you said
you would trust me.”
                    I
climb down and yank the helmet off.   “I
said I was going to trust you, but I have no idea what to do in there!   I get my hair cut at the mall, for like
twelve dollars.”
                    “I
got this,” he says, getting off the bike.   “I know what I am doing.”
                    “I
sure hope so,” I moan, as he pushes me forward.
                    We
walk into the salon and I know I am in way over my head.   There is a perfectly done up receptionist and
the shampoo probably costs more than my usual haircut altogether.   “Hi,” Jeremy chimes.   “We are here to see Debbie.”
                    The
receptionist gives him a really flirty smirk and looks down.   “Isabelle,” she says, looking up at me.   Her eyebrow immediately rises.   She looks at me and then at Jeremy.   “Your little sister?”
                    A
shocked look crosses my face.   “No,”
Jeremy states.   “My very close female
friend, anyway, we are here to see Debbie.”
                    “Yeah,”
she replies, looking at me.   “I will go
get her right away.”
                    When
she walks away, I turn to Jeremy and hiss, “See!   I get that every day!   We need to leave now!”
                    “Relax,”
Jeremy emphasizes, putting his arm around me.   “No one is going to bite.”
                    “Yeah
right,” I mumble, crossing my arms.
                    Suddenly,
this perfect blonde beauty comes around the corner.   “Jeremy!” She yells.   He lets go of me, to go and hug her.   She gives him a kiss on the cheek.   “What are you doing here?”
                    “Debbie,
we require some of your expertise.   This
is my friend Isabelle.   She kind of…well….needs our help.”   Jeremy gestures to me.  
                    “Thanks
Jeremy,” I snap.
                    Debbie
eyes me up thoughtfully.   “What do you
want done?” She asks me.
                    “I
have no idea,” I reply.   “This is
horribly embarrassing.”
                    “Nonsense,”
Debbie laughs.   “I love giving a
make-over.”
                    The
receptionist jumps in.   “She has you
booked for four hours.”
                    “Four
hours!” I snap.   “Jeremy!”
                    He
starts to back up to the door, with that incredible killer smile.   “You will be fine.”
                    “You
dirty rat!   You are leaving me here
alone!”
                    “Debbie
will be nice to you, I promise.   Anyway,
I want it to be a surprise, like opening a Christmas present.    My credit card is already accounted for, do
whatever you want.”
                    Now,
that makes me mad.   “Jeremy, you can’t
pay for this.   Be serious.”
                    As
his butt hits the door, he stops and says, “I don’t have a girlfriend, so I
need someone to spend money on other than myself.   This makes me so happy, so please enjoy yourself .   Explore, find out who you want to be.   I can’t give you hair advice, I can’t teach
you to put on make-up, but I can get you to the people who make it happen.   This is the start of a new you, a new you
that can show the world how wonderful you are.   I see that and I want everyone else to see that too.”
                    “Thanks
Jeremy,” I sigh, with a soft smile.   “This means the world to me.”
                    “Good,”
he laughs, “I think this is going to blow your