Page 31 of Charmed, I'm Sure

Toad only croaks in response.

“And I can’t understand a word of what you say, so what is even the use of you being here?”

I think if he could have shrugged his shoulders, he would have.

He croaks once. Loudly. Definitely disapprovingly and heavy on the judgement. I get it, he didn’t ask to be here either. Fair.

Throwing the blanket back, I sit up, judgy toad in tow, as I lean over to my nightstand to grab my phone. Apparently not wishing to take part any longer, Toad jumps down onto my pillow. Ew, gross. Don’t they carry diseases?

He only stares at me, daring me to judge him as hard as he is judging me.

“Fine, but like…don’t pee on my pillow. It’s the only one I got and I don’t have a washer and dryer here.”

Nyx, the snarky fox who does nothing but judge me from Bellamy’s side, I expected. Frodo the Judgy Toad? Not on my Romance the Witch Bingo Card.

Still rubbing sleep from my eyes, I open my notes app. I have to see where I’m at in this operation and what I could potentially mark off today.

Oh yeah! The ghost cupcakes! I definitely want to bring her one of those today! Extra frosting. Maybe not one that’s possessed? Is that apossibility…or nah?

I nod to myself, satisfied with my plan in mind. I’ll grab our coffees, hopefully she doesn’t have one yet, and then stop by the bakery to grab one of the ghost cupcakes. Well, maybe a dozen because who doesn’t love cupcakes, right?

Toad croaks from my pillow, still judging me for everything.

“You don’t even have a checklist or a voice,” I grumble, rolling out of bed and ignoring his long, slow blink of judgment. “What do you even bring to this dynamic, huh?”

Toad snorts. Actually snorts. And hops towards the bathroom as if he actually needs to freshen up for his big day. He even stares at me after he jumps into the shower. Does he expect me to turn that on for him?

I throw my black hoodie that says, “Hex Me, Baby, One More Time”, over my head and run my hands through my hair…

Wait. What the—

Rushing into the bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror.

My hair is pink.

Not subtle, pastel pink. Not cotton candy pink. We are talking unicorn-threw-up-on-a-Barbie-dream-house-pink. It even shimmers in the light.

“Bellamy.”

I run my fingers through my curls along the top of my head. Not going to lie, I actually like it. I lean close to the mirror; it’s like each curl was dipped in shimmery pink. Somehow even my roots are pink, but my curls? Soft, fluffy, and bouncy. Probably the best my hair has ever looked. Is this something that The Hex Appeal Salon could keep up for me? I literally look like I walked out of an anime convention with a hairstylist named Stardust, who wears pastels and seventy pounds of accessories.

Toad croaks from the bottom of the shower.

“I know,” I say as I turn my head from side to side. “She totally did this and I actually love it.”

He lets out a long croak. Maybe he doesn’t agree with my thoughts.

Milo groans.“The longer this goes on the more concerned I become about you. Why is our hair pink and glittery?”

Smiling into the mirror I say, “Clearly Bellamy is thinking about me this morning. I mean look at this, it has her name written all over it. It’s basically a love letter from her at this point.”

“Someone please save me from this human. Surely the Goddess can give me another human, right?”

“Oh, hush. I’m not that bad.”

“You’re joking right?”

IgnoringMilo, I turn around to where Toad is still sitting in the bottom of the shower. “Are you expecting me to turn that on?”