Transmigrated Into A Billionaire

"So the first thing we are doing is changing your hair back to black bitch..." Amy said with her hands on her chin looking at Araceli's brown hair. Rachel looked at her through the mirror and couldn't help but giggle at how serious she looked right now but she wouldn't dare interrupt her, she couldn't begin to pay for taking Amy off her work mode, she had already purchased some dye remover plus some black dye to darken her hair.

"But why did you change your hair color, I mean don't mind me, it looks really beautiful and natural. I just don't understand why you would change it," Amy asked her. How could she tell her that she was asking the wrong person, that she woke up on the hospital bed with that on her head, but she never even bothered to change it because she herself was a brunette so she didn't think Araceli had black hair and the black roots blended well into the brown, you would think it was intention, just products of really good hair dye and a professional hair stylist.

"Honestly...I don't know too, I kind of just let the brown stay, I became so used to it i guess," Rachel thought of something to say, I mean it was completely random but it was better than saying nothing. "By the way, did you know you made an Amy winehouse reference?," Rachel asked looking at her in the mirror as she looked confused a bit.

"Ok, I will take that as you have no idea who Amy Winehouse is," Rachel said.

"Who is she?," Amy asked.

Rachel took out her phone to play back to black and then went to search for Amy Winehouse and show Amy her pictures.

"Oh...She was really a bigger artist then I see," Amy said as she scrolled through more pictures.

"And the name of the song playing is called back to black," Rachel said.

"She's cool, she got Lana Del Rey vibes so yeah, I will give her a try." They moved on to apply the black hair dye more because her hair was really voluminous.

"I really thought you wore lots of extensions, I never knew they were actually your hair, your hair is really pretty," Amy said smiling at her.

"Thanks,"

A few minutes later, a call came in on Amy's phone. from Ricky telling her that they had arrived at Araceli's house and they were downstairs.

"Ricky and his boyfriend are here," Amy squealed excitedly, covering the mic of her phone. She had only met him once when she briefly stayed at Ricky's place. He was a handsome nerdy looking college student, he was always really busy because he was in his final year, she always used to tell them how she couldn't wait to go on double dates with them or even triple dates hopefully with Araceli and Yandel, that's if they ever settle.

"Wow really...I have never really got the chance to meet him actually," Rachel said, standing up heading towards the door but Amy stopped her with an incredulous look on her face like she was trying to escape prison through the front doors.

"What the hell do you think you are doing girl??"

"You tryna ruin my hardwork??" Amy asked her with her eyes wide.

"You better get a towel and wrap it around it and I will be waiting for you," Amy said pointing towards the bathroom.

"Common girl, go on, go fetch the towel" Amy patted her knees as she ordered Araceli to go take the gray towel sitting in the bathroom.

"Amy I swear I'm gonna make you bathe in salt and get super wrinkled skin for life," Rachel looked at her dead in the eyes while folding her arms.

"Whatttt," Amy acted innocently sitting on the bed and crossed her legs looking at her.

"I'm not a dog," Rachel said monotonously.

"But you let me call you a bitch a while ago," Amy said, smirking.

"That's not the same thing!!!" Rachel exclaimed. But it looked like Amy was having the fun of her life teasing Rachel, she seemed to be holding back giggles and was trying really hard to keep her composure but it looked like it was all in the mud.

"But isn't that like...the same thing specifically," Amy bursted out in a full blown laughter, she had one of those continuous laughters that annoyed the victim to death and it was really starting to get on her nerves right now.

"Oh you think you are so clever..." Rachel checked her phone for the time and saw that it was past the time set for the dye to do it's work.

"Ok I need you to stop laughing like a fucking hyena and come wash this out for me before it goes wrong and I never patronize your ass again," Rachel gave her a bored look, as she still couldn't keep a straight face every time they made I contact and now the giggles have just become unnecessary.

"Wait a fucking second, are you high?," Rachel questioned, she didn't know why she didn't see it earlier but now she sees it, her closed eyes, her flushed faced, the acting up, laughing uncontrollably and change in characters. These were signs that Amy was high, she usually developed characters on the spot and then followed them through with all seriousness.

"Noooo," Amy said, holding back another laughter as Rachel gave her a serious look which made her fall into another fits of laughter.

"God...you are sooo gone right now, what the hell" Rachel rolled her eyes and decided to go wash the dye off herself, if it went wrong, she was definitely going to kill Amy for using her as a fucking experiment of her weed high.

"Hey, I thought that was my job!!" Amy yelled from the room but Araceli just ignored her and proceeded to take off her clothes and got into the non transparent glass show to take her bath and wash off the dye and condition her hair too.

After a good ten minutes of scrubbing her hair and body with warm water and soap, she decided she had had enough of the bath and comforting warm water. She was kind of nervous to look at the overall outcome in the mirror as she really thought it was going to come out bad.

She walked to the mirror with her eyes closed before slowly opening them, to her surprise, it turned out way better than she expected, her hair was not just dark but dark, shiny and wavy. They looked rich and natural, that was when it occured to her that she had actually never had had or dyed her hair black ever since she was a kid, even when she went through the teenage phase, it never really crossed her mind to dye her hair different colors, exceot for the one time she dyed her a streak of her hair blue for absolutely no reason but was too nervous to bring it to school because she thought it was wasn't properly done, so what did a stupid girl like her younger self do...she cut of her fucking hair that had the blue dye.

She entered her room to find it

empty. So much for "I will be waiting for you," Rachel muttered to herself as she got comfortable in a random band tee and some grey short she found in a box at the end of the closet, it had similar clothes like the one she had on, usually band-T's, cargo shorts, blouses and jeans. The only thing all these clothes had in common was that they weren't from any top designer labels, just simple day to day clothes that normal people wore and she couldn't deny that she was breathing a lot better in these simple clothes than in any of those over priced clothes.

Putting on her crocs, she headed downstairs to join them, she could already hear their voices from the top of the stairs which meant they were close to the living room or in the living room.

As she reached the lower parts of

the stairs, the first thing she heard was a huge gasp from one of them. From how dramatic it sounded, she could already guess who made the sound "OMFLG..." Ricky muttered standing up and rushing to the stairs to take her hands like a princess and brought her down the remaining stairs before dramatically bowing down to her.

"What is OMFLG??" Amy asked

"Oh my fucking Lady Gaga"

"Is there a day you are not overly dramatic?," Rachel asked, hugging him laughing.

"When I'm sick I guess," Ricky said.

"Oh no dear, you don't say..." A deep voice backing Rachel said before he stood up from the chair. Something about the voice felt really familiar to her, the deep baritone and the chuckle.

"Ben??" She found herself saying before rethinking the fact that she just called the name of someone she has never met.

"Oh my, I'm honored Miss Garcia knowing my name before gracing you with my presence," Ben said, taking her hand and placing a ghost french kiss at the top without actually coming in contact with her hands.

"But how do you know my name??"

"Have little Ricky here been talking

about me while I was away bursting my Arse in architecture school," Ben said, smiling at Rachel. That half tooth, it was definitely Ben, Ben Butterfield School bullied who always bullied isaac, the only gay kid who was outed in tenth grade by some low budget wanna be assholes in her highschool. He was rumoured that they were both found. ice skating in the park during winter breaks and the next year session started and Ben kind of made it his life mission to make Isaac's life a living hell after that till he got beat up so badly that he had to transfer

school.

"Busting your ass huh..." Ricky repeatedly folded his arms.

"Oh you know I don't mean that literally," Ben said, drawing him closer to him.

"Hey Aracel...Are you alright?," Ricky said as the smile on her face dropped and instead she had a sour expression.

"What??" Rachel broke from her thoughts to see Ricky giving her a weird look.

"You look like sour honey, are you ok?" Ricky asked, coming closer to her.

"Do you need some time alone?," He asked in a lower voice so only she could hear.

"Yesss oh my God," Rachel said, giving him a fake laugh which he caught on to but ignored because it was not the right place to question her deeper.

"The thing is I was just nervous about my hair, that's it" Rachel lied.

"Your hair!!!"

"Girl your hair is so much fire, I mean whoever told you to dye your hair black really did you a great favor, You really look mean and powerful now, almost like maleficent," Ricky said, nogging her arms. "I did it by the way," Amy said in a sluggish voice.

"She has been asking us to cook for her since she came downstairs, is she blazed?," Ricky turned around to see her following power rangers intro into their morphing stage.

"She is supposed to cook...we had a bet on that," Rachel, Ricky and Ben looked at Amy.

"Uhm no..."

"Definitely not..."

"Bitch isn't gonna even know where the pots at??" Ricky said, looking at her dozing off.

"When did she even get baked?," Ricky asked. She never really thought about it not up till now, they had been together and she was fine till she was not, and she doesn't even remember her smoking.

"I got some weed brownies and ate some and chewed some," Amy said, suddenly standing up.

"Do you have some milk?," Amy asked, heading to the fridge.

"Yes, take as much as you want," Araceli said.

"Shall we all get dressed, it's almost four and we have to be there for the red carpet..."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐