Bubble Guppies Hair Salon Novels & Stories

Monalisa POV. I fluffed my hair with my fingers, the curls bouncing over my shoulders as I stepped out of my cab. Today was Saturday and I was returning from the salon after getting a makeover. My stylist, Fiona, was an expert at what she did. She owned a big beauty shop with various sections for women's complete makeover. She'd turned my straight black hair into wavy, long curls, adding some purple and red highlights at the end to make it look like a dark, blooming flame.

Stick to one ako, Gie. Tiyak, sobrang aksaya sa shampoo at conditioner ang kanyang buhok dahil sa sobrang haba. Hindi nagtagal ay nagpaalam na ang binata habang siya’y nakalutang pa rin dahil sa saya. Kung hindi pa siya tinawag ni Ate Toyang ay magmumukha na siguro siyang asong ulol sa kakangiti. "Tulungan mo akong magbalat nitong saba na saging, Gie, dahil magmamatamis tayo mamayang hapon."

Joe said and pulled in front of GRILL'S salon. "You, wait here. I'll be back in about ten minutes." I assured Joe and stepped out of the car imagining Stephanie's ever cheerful face which had been sheiliding tears and pain. I heaved a deep sigh and began stepping into the salon. The GRILLS hair salon is a unisex salon which is as large as a mansion. The workers are dressed in blue gean trousers over white customised tee shirts. Male and female hair stylists work there. A year ago after we arrived the salon, we were taken to it's hall and after a meeting with the manager, the next week was spent learning professional hair styling.

she smiled uncomfortably. “I can show you a high end wig which will cost 10 times more than the regular stock, but it guaranteed to clean and it is easy to manage as long as you don’t treat it with chemicals” “Let’s have a look” “Also, I only have limited stock. I have a blonde one and brunette one that is waist long; then there is a slightly off shoulder length Brown and blonde” “None in Black?” “No ma’am. Black is very popular and we only have received 2 so far at this store; Also as a suggestion, if you want to look totally different you should try the waist long hair”

Damn past! She’ll let the rest of her siblings handle their issues. Tonight, it’s party time. “Oh my! Beautiful Misty! Dear, it’s been long since the last time you were here, how have you been! I’ve got lots of great finds for you!” She was welcomed by a chubby, bald man in a yellow checkered and glittered top. The purple scarf around his neck swayed as he cat-walked towards her and then kissed both sides of her cheek. The owner of the famous Bri’s Salon and Boutique.

My gaze shifted from Funke who was making big box braids to Brooklyn who for some reason decided to just wash her hair. “Ma’am, your hair dye is going to come off a bit,” I heard the stylist tell her as she washed her hair. I intentionally chose this salon because they had two mirrors; one at the front and then at the back, making it easy for us to see the back of our hairs. “Funke, aren’t you going to plan something for Joel’s birthday?” I asked coyly as I stared through the mirror.

Christopher replied before I could. "Okay... Can you call it Hair?" I laughed politely. "Not exactly." "What about Hair Haven? It gives it a decent touch. It's a place where your hair gets special treatment and comes out looking heavenly. Or something like that." I laughed at Christopher's suggestion but it made a lot of sense and it had a nice ring to it. "I think we're found a name for the salon, Hair Haven." "I like it!" Cecilia commented. We spent the rest of dinner talking about what should be on the sign post besides the name. I didn't really care, at least I had a name for my salon now.

The time passed quickly and all too soon they were entering the salon. There were three stylists who worked in bright open space. The Senior Stylist was a short Japanese man with a bright purple Mohawk. Both his arms were covered in tattoos, and Jasmine introduced him as Taki. Working with him was Betty, a short petite blonde who seemed to have trouble meeting his gaze and Alex, a tall bald man with a razor-thin goatee.

“Alam mo.. may kulang sa buhok mo. Feeling ko mas bagay yun since nakaganyan kang ayos.” “Ano?” tanong naman niya. “Bangs.” sabay ngisi ni Hyacinth. “Bangs? Seryoso ka ba?” napataas lang ng kilay si Euphie sakaniya. “Oo. Sige na! Try mo lang! Please? Mukhang bagay talaga sayo eh. Lalo pa't straight and long hair ka!” “Sige mamaya. Bago tayo pumunta doon dumaan muna tayo sa salon para magpa-bangs.” sagot naman niya kaagad.

Maybe it was because of my unruly hair that Nina noticed it, too. My attendant seemed acquainted with the head hairdresser, a stylish blonde woman named Bonnie from Martin’s Salon. The salon had an aesthetic charm with its minimalistic interiors. The padded chairs were cream-colored and positioned in front of large mirrors. The entire place was well-lit by elegant fixtures, and the scent of floral hair treatments made it even more inviting, leaving me amazed at the extent of the Cunningham network. It was as if Bonnie had been waiting for our arrival. “Nina, dear! Is this her?” Bonnie greeted Nina with delight, giving her cheeks a quick peck. She even excused herself from a chat she had to a