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"If I go brunette, then you have to go blonde." That was the deal Guy made with Connie, when she had the brilliant idea to color his hair. He never thought she'd actually go with it. So there he was in the spare bathroom at Connie's house rinsing the last of the product out of his hair. Connie was rinsing her hair in the other restroom. It was agreed there would be no peeking and that they would reveal their new look to each other at the same time. Of course Connie was giddy about the idea and could not help it when she slipped and told Julie. This led to Julie telling Adam and before Guy knew it the entire team had gathered in Connie's living room for the unveiling as well, everyone except for Portman and Fulton.

"What's the big deal? It's hair!" Portman retorted when he was asked if he was coming.

"Yeah," Fulton agreed, "We'll see it when we meet up for lunch."

Drying the excess water from his hair with a towel, he grabbed the blow dryer Connie had given him and proceeded to dry his hair. He wasn't too keen on using it, he usually just let his hair air dry, but Connie had insisted he use it stating the look would not be complete unless his hair was dry. Once he was done he ran his fingers through his hair. "Not bad," he thought, "Kinda like it."

"Are you two finished yet?" Charlie called from the living room.

"Yeah, I'm ready," Guy replied.

"Ready!" he heard Connie call from the other bathroom.

At that moment they both opened the doors and walked into the living room, Connie from the front and Guy from the back. They were met with a chorus of cheers and compliments.

"Oh my gosh!" Connie squealed upon seeing Guy. He smiled his boyish grin as she rushed over to him and started running her fingers through his hair, "It looks great!"

"The blonde's sexy," he complimented her as she still combed her fingers through his locks, "Very sexy!"

"You think you can handle having a sexy blonde bombshell for a girlfriend," she smiled, pulling him in close.

"Oh yeah," he titled his head down and met her with a tender kiss. This was short lived thanks to the exaggerated coughs and clearing of throats from their teammates.

"So Guy, how does it feel to no longer be the blonde bombshell in the relationship?" Averman asked. Guy just rolled his eyes.

"You look like someone," Ken said examining Guy.

"How about Guy with brown hair?" Goldberg replied.

"No really he looks like someone," Ken looked at Guy closer.

"I see it too," Julie agreed, "I'm just not sure who."

"Could you please stop looking at me like that," Guy took a step back from Ken and Julie, " It's creeping me out."

Just then the front door opened and in walked Portman and Fulton. "Wow Connie!" Portman hooted, "Better watch out Germaine I may just steal your girl."

"Looks good, both of you," Fulton commented looking back and forth between the two.

"What?" Guy asked noticing the some what shocked look on the faces of his teammates.

"Please tell me I'm not the only one seeing this," Connie said staring at her boyfriend and Fulton.

"I see it too," Charlie confirmed staring at the two boys. Everyone agreed, their eyes wide with amazement as they gawked at Fulton and Guy.

"What?" Fulton and Guy asked simultaneously.

"Dude," Portman rested his hands on Fulton's shoulders, "You two look exactly alike."

"It's like Guy's your..." Connie began but was lost for words.

"Mini-me?" Averman finished for her.

Guy and Fulton looked at each other, then to their friends, and back to each other.

"Nah!" they shook their heads.

"No really go look in the mirror," Adam instructed.

"Really go look," Charlie insisted.

Not saying a word Guy and Fulton walked into the larger if the two bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. Waiting in the living room, it was only seconds for the team to hear Fulton's voice echo through the house, "Dude, you're me!"

Immediately, as if on cue, Guy entered the living room in a frenzy. "Connie we have to go," he ordered grabbing his jacket and car keys.

"Where?" she inquired as he handed her sweater to her.

"The store," he marched toward the door. It was clear he was a man on a mission.

"For what?" Connie called snatching up her purse then going after him.

"Hair color," he called, "I'm so going back to blond!"