You've never seen your best friend with straight hair, that thought came to you while you two were watching a movie, your fingers mindlessly coiling Deena's curls around themselves.

That exact thought is why she was sat at your vanity right now, hair flowing down her back, devoid of all it's usual volume. You never knew her hair was so long, her shrinkage was serious.

Your hands, which were covering her eyes, slowly slipped away, allowing those deep brown eyes to land on the mirror in front of you both.

However, you didn't quite receive the reaction you were expecting. On the contrary, actually.

Her eyes widened with dramatic panic, hands grasping at her now-straight hair frantically.

"Wh-- Dude, what the fuck?! I look like my name's fuckin' Brittany!"

Deena flew up from the chair you had forced her into, pacing back and forth like the world was ending.

"Put them back!"

She demanded, having the audacity to get offended when you laughed and asked what she wanted you to put back.

"MY CURLS, OBVIOUSLY! THIS ISN'T FUNNY!"