Disclaimer: Don't own Fillmore! This is just for fun.

A/N: This is for 11 reasons community on live journal.

One of the most distinguishing things about her, he decided, was her hair. Back in middle school, she had it styled in pigtails. She had just discovered the wonders of hair dye and went wild, dying her hair blue and her bangs pink.

Her mother had had a fit. Threatening to ground her if she didn't dye it back to her natural brown. Karen refused and she was grounded for two months until some kind of deal was struck (which, to this day, he still didn't know).

When they entered high school, the pigtails came to an end and the pink was gone leaving all blue, giving some teachers the impression that she was some kind of punk. Some would glare at her, as if she was up to no good. Others didn't even bat an eye, so long as she got good grades they didn't care.

She had a new style everyday. Curled, crimped, pulled back in elaborate twists with various hair accessories. Her hair was a work of art.

And dear god, he must be bored if he was thinking about Tehama's hair of all things. Still. He wondered if it was a soft as it looked. Surely not, he'd seen her doing her hair once. She had blow dried, straightened, and curled it to within an inch of its life.

Today, her hair was piled on top of her head in a sort of messy grace which some girls often tried to accomplish, but without much success. One pink hair stick in the middle of all of it. He blinked. There was no way one little stick could hold all that hair up, right? He squinted his eyes looking for any smaller pins in her hair, but couldn't find any. Her hair was too dark and thick.

Well, only one way to find out for sure. He reached forward and plucked the stick from her hair, only to have thick, soft tresses tumble down. Oh. Well two problems solved, it actually was held up by that stick (impressive) and her hair was incredibly soft. Only now he had another one. Karen had turned around and glared at him.

"Joseph, do you know how long it took me to get it to stay like that?" she hissed.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class Miss Tehama?" Mr. Quinn asked.

Karen stiffened and hastily turned back, "No, Mr. Quinn".

He gave her one final look before turning back to his lecture on the War of 1812 (he was one of the teachers who glared).

She sighed and settled back in her seat ignoring the looks some of her fellow classmates gave her.

The bell rang and as she was putting her notebook in her backpack, a hand holding a pink hair stick came into view. She looked up and saw Anza giving her a rueful smile.

She huffed and took the stick and with a few twists of her wrists her hair was back in its former style. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't bother saying anything.

"Honestly" she muttered rolling her eyes.

Knowing he was forgiven, his eyes widened innocently, "It fell out all by itself"

"You're an ass" she said as she walked out of the classroom, "Honestly, if you want to play with hair, get a Barbie Doll" she called over her shoulder, smiling playfully.

He grinned as he followed her out, "But yours is so much prettier".