Happy Self of Steam day

you approach the ticket taker, wondering what could possibly be going on, ticket in hand
'no no,' he's saying to someone who obviously left their ticket at home, 'you must have your ticket'
'I have mine,' you say
'oh good,' he wipes his face with a polka-dotted hankerchief, then takes the ticket and ushers you inside
oh, you think disappointedly, it's just a book. but it looks old and ruffled, and there seems to be an odd presence in the room, so you walk up to it and see the words
'Strawberry Blonde?' you whisper aloud
and suddenly the room spins and melts away and you are in a small lobby, sitting at a plastic white table. the boy sitting across from you is staring at you with mossy-green eyes. he is tall, even sitting, and his face suggests his pompous nature. his hair, which used to be long and tied back, has been cropped off short in a stylish way. you turn to stare at the other boy, and your heart flutters even though you don't know him. his beautiful, greenish blue liquidy eyes are staring at you too, and you note that he is surprisingly tan next to the other pale, pompous boy. his hair, bleached from the sun, is just a little darker than yours (is it really mine? you wonder) there is also an older man sitting at the table as well. suddenly a girl walks by with bright red hair who nods at you. you nod back, not being sure why
the old man breaks the silence 'Quincy, your hair is red in the sunlight'
'no' a voice you don't reconize says
'well, not like her' he guestures to where the red-headed girl had been
'huh?' the tan boy asks
'she walked by I saw her' you say
'oh. I didn't see her'
'see' you say to the older man 'I had red hair when I was born....' you weave your long spindly fingers through your hair and watch the sun dance off of it '.....there are still orange streaks in it'
'yeah' the pompous boy agrees, erily ingrossed in watching you
'Strawberry Blonde' the other boy says. it fell off his lips like a compliment and the room melts away again

you were just invited to a summer bots meeting. Jak was the pompous guy, Squall was the tan one, and Mr. Pepper was the older man
I do love my hair, but I always felt it was a hinderance because of blonde jokes
but Squall saying that made me feel like, wow
maybe people do like it
cuz you can't get my color from a bottle ;-)
so Ninja emailed me! it was about motors, but still it's awesome that he thought of me
Ninja is even better for my self of steam
cuz I don't have to do anything special for Ninja to stare at me happily with his shiny hazel eyes
I don't care if he likes me or not
simply bein loved, loved, loved, is more than enough, yeah, yeah-BT, simply bein loved