"Christ, Bambi. It's six in the goddamn freaking morning," Cherry screamed back, slamming the door to her bedroom shut and marching down the hallway. "Shut your effing blow hole!"

They met in the middle.

Cherry took in the height of madness sitting on Bambi's head; Bambi's gaze scanned Cherry's face. She examined the black paste smeared over it in morbid curiosity.

"You look awful," they said to each other after a minute of awkward silence.

Bambi shook her head and sighed. "It happened again."

"Un-fuc—"

"I already let you off saying our savior's name in vain at six a.m., don't you dare complete that word."

"We're adults, Bambi," Cherry crossed her arms. "Adults use cusses."

"Yeah, keep your curses to yourself," Bambi walked past her friend and stepped into the kitchen.

"You know, you can't keep doing this," Cherry said with a roll of her eyes and followed her. "You're old enough to know how to take care of yourself."

"Sorry, Cher. Putting a death trap over my hair in the middle of the night doesn't really rank number one on my list of priorities," Bambi took a sip of milk from the mug in her hand. "I like to let my puff air out and breathe after a long stressful day at work."

"Yeah, and now it has come alive and you need me to exterminate it."

"Come on, Cher." Bambi set the milk on top of the sink. "Please?"

"No," Cherry shook her head. "Last week, you said it was the last time."

Bambi took a step forward. "Cher-Cher, pretty please?"

"No."

"My gorgeous cheerleader, do me this one little favor?"

"No."

"Cherry Babe?"

"I said no, Bambs," Cherry swerved under Bambi's arm and walked to sink. She grabbed the mug and downed all the milk it contained in one gulp. "You know how much I hate getting oil on my hands."

"Come on Cherry Blossom, just the pre-shampoo treatment."

"You expected me to wash your freaking hair for you?!"

Bambi's hands nearly shot up into her hair. "But I changed my mind. Doesn't that count for something?"

Cherry shook her head and washed the mug before throwing her friend a This-Is--Definitely-The-Last-Time look. "I'll go get the supplies."

Bambi pumped her fist into the air before dashing out.

"I owe you one, Cher," she yelled as she sped past the doorway. "I have an appointment in two hours, don't know how I could have made it without you!"

Cherry turned the mug upside-down on a tray and went in search for the cover of the milk jug, knowing full well that Bambi had forgotten to put it back. Five minutes later, she found it in the dishwasher under her phone [which Bambi had borrowed at midnight].

Cherry passed her fingers through her hair in an attempt to diffuse the anger building up in her veins. "I swear, one day that girl will finally drive me crazy and that's the day I'll kill us both."