Bubble Guppies Hair Salon Novels & Stories

I carefully got out, adjusting my crutches as I followed her into the salon. It was elegantly decorated on the inside but still felt like a place you could relax for a few hours. A woman with black hair was leaning on the counter popping bubble gum. “Welcome to Bea’s Beauties… Oh, Artemis. Hey girl. We didn’t expect you today. You’re not on the books till next month for that Frost event.” the girl smiled at Artemis.

She stood and walked toward her bedroom with measured steps, refusing to look back at the tableau of Cossy still draped possessively over Theo's chair. --- At Sophia's Salon on Elm Street, the afternoon air was thick with the scent of hair products and the gentle hum of blow dryers. Gina sat in the styling chair while Sophia, the owner, worked magic with her dark hair. "You have such beautiful hair," Sophia commented, running her fingers through the freshly cut layers. "Your boyfriend is going to love this." "Thank you," Gina smiled, pulling out her phone to send Ryan a quick text. "Getting my hair done at Sophia's Salon on Elm Street, see you later!"

“Yep. I know you’ve really wanted to get it cut, so I called yesterday and they have an opening today.” He comes around helping me out of the truck and we walk into the salon, hand in hand. A young she-wolf greets us as we walk in. “Alpha, Luna.” She inclines her head to each of us. “I have you all ready to go.” She’s looking over my hair as she’s talking. “Your hair is beautiful. It’s rare to see someone with hair so white.”

I was soon out of the store and down the road to the hair salon. “Good morning,” I greeted everyone with the stores as I got in. Three ladies who seems like they were employees of the salon and a dark-haired lady, a customer drying her hair. “I went over to one of the employees and showed her my coupon. Immediately, she instructed me to sit before the mirror. I placed down my number of bags. Soon she started on my hair. “You’re lucky,” the short brown hairdresser said over my head as she started on my hair. “The coupon you got is a style at your choice and even a hair wash too.”

It was obviously not an ordinary salon. “Okay, then start the work. I don’t want us to be late.” They rushed to start. One gay guy pulled me to the chair. They all wore black polos with the salon name on the chest. Someone served snacks in front of us. I didn’t say a word. He guided me to the rotating chair and put a black cape over me, then started inspecting my hair.

"I'm terrified." "Good. That means you care." She sets down her mug. "Now drink that, eat something, and let's get started. We have a long day ahead." The hair appointment is at noon. A salon in Midtown that Lila swears by, expensive enough that I feel guilty walking through the door. "Just a trim and style," I tell the stylist a woman named Sophia with platinum hair and dramatic eyeliner. She runs her fingers through my hair, studying it. "When's the last time you had this cut?"

He never cared, he only care about his new family. In short, he's a coward dad. "Waaahh! My hair! What is this?!" The girl with short hair shierked. She's taking the bubble gum I put on her straight and shiny hair. While I'm watching her crying in nervousness, her friends went near her to help but they just gasped when they saw what's on her hair. "Girl, you have a bunch of bubble gum on your hair! What the fuck?" "Pfft.." I want to laugh hard, I swear.

I also informed him that the next store on our list for tonight would be the last one. "Salon!" I exclaimed excitedly. I knew that you already had an idea about what I was planning to do, and I was going to have a makeover, so I wanted to straighten my curly hair. Luckily, it was only 5 PM when Kuya Cardo and I entered the salon, and when I asked Ate about the hair treatment, she told me it would take around 3 hours, which was just right as the mall would close at 9 PM. If you're wondering why it would take 3 hours, I also wondered, so I asked Ate, and she said that their hair treatment is from abroad, so it has a faster effect on the hair.

It appears to be quite popular and is run by quite a few professionals. I enter the room that is done up in a refined and sophisticated facade. The girl at the reception looks me up and down and goes to call a hairdresser to see me. Hmmmm. I don’t look so bad. I am in a floral dress with a thin belt cinching the waist and sneakers. The hairdresser who attends me is the funniest gay man I've seen in my life, and his spiked purple hair says a lot about his personality. He styles my hair the way I like it: smooth at the roots and heavy curls at the ends.

Scott isn’t the type of customer that the award winning and terrifyingly on trend salon GQ is used to. Even I feel intimidated, and unlike Scott, I haven’t got hair that could be home to several endangered species of wild bugs. Everyone here looks so perfect that they must get up at the crack of dawn just to style themselves.