Love You From The Scalp To The Ends

Chapter Two

Harriet woke up to the sight of Fleah leaning against the ethereal strand of hair and staring at her so hard that her eyes could cut through Harriet's exoskeleton.

"What are you doing?" Harriet grumbled, feeling extremely uncomfortable with being stared at while she was asleep.

"I just thought that if I stare at you hard enough, I would gain telekinesis and make you move," Fleah replied as Harriet rolled her eyes and began to get up.

"So you're gonna stick with this standoff, huh," Harriet said
"Not if you give up this strand."
"No chance"
"Hey, maybe we just fall in love and raise our children on this very strand! That will fix everything." Fleah joked. Harriet scoffed at that statement.
"Well, then I could see a brutal divorce in our near future."
"Not if I die first" Fleah chuckled and all Harriet could do was blink at her. Is she okay? Does she need comfort? Or was that just some stupid out-of-pocket joke? God, she shouldn't be this difficult.

"Wow, so you don't think I'm funny?" Fleah said sarcastically.
"I don't actually, but I do think that you're an ass." Harriet shot back.
"Well kiss me then!"
"Now that's funny." Harriet giggled and looked over at Fleah who was smiling.

Later that night the lice went to go sleep on opposite sides of the strand. Harriet tried so hard to sleep but the only thing that popped up in her head was Fleah's smile from earlier. She looked like she got punched hard but all she could do is laugh it off instead of crying to not embarrass herself. Did I say something, was I meant to apologize? Oh no, why do I have to care so much about her? I'm supposed to hate her for God's sake! Eventually, those thoughts traversed her into a deep sleep.

As her mind drifted off to nothingness, a movie-like dream appeared in her mind. She was sword-fighting with a masked louse and Harriet appeared to be losing the fight. As the opponent's sword made Harriet bend backwards, she knew that she lost the fight. Then, the louse took off her helmet and pressed a kiss on Harriet's mouth, and she giggled into the kiss. It was short, however warm, passionate and sweet.

When the louse backed away from her apparent lover, Harriet noticed that it was Fleah but she didn't think of it.

"Listen, I may be a good fighter-" Fleah started.
"Cocky,"
"-But," Fleah emphasized, "You're a much better fighter than me. You let me win" She added with a warm and loving smile.
"I did not, I have faith in you!" Harriet exclaimed.
"Whatever you say, love." Fleah finished the sentence with another kiss before Harriet was abruptly awakened.

"Hey Liceinski, you ready for another standoff?"