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Learning to Braid

"I'm bored" Michael huffed, looking over at me while dropping the Play Station 4 controller he was holding. His hand ran across his now fading green hair, messing it up a little.

I closed the magazine I had been holding, dropping it by my side on the white carpet that covered the floor. I pulled my knees up to my chest and layed my head on them, looking over at him with a questioning look.

"Well what do you want me to do about it?" I asked.

"I have a few things in mind..." Michael trailed off as he wiggled his eyebrows at me, a playful look on his angelic face.

"Little prick that's not what I meant!" I scolded him, slightly laughing as I let my legs strecht out on the carpeted floor, resting my head on the light yellow couch that sat behind me.

Michael played with his fingers for a few seconds, the faint light from the TV made his hair look even lighter than it already was, lighting his features and making his face look even softer.

"What do you want to do though, I'm a bit bored too." I repeated, bringing his attention from his short fingers back to me. He looked up to the ceiling, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, deep in thought. I took the hair tie that was holding my messy bun up and shaked my head, curls falling all around my shoulders and covering my eyes. I ran my head across my hair, holding it by my side and divided it into three parts, weaving my fingers through it all, slowly braiding it.

"What are you doing to your hair?" He said, curiosity filling his voice.

"Ummm... Braiding it?" I said, slightly taken aback by his question. I kept on braiding my hair, his eyes never leaving my hands and my hair.

"Can I try it?" He said sheepishly, leaning forward in the couch cushion he was sitting on.

"Sure, if you want to," I laughed as I scooted on the floor until I was sitting closer to him, my back facing him. "I never thought you would ask me to braid my hair."

"Well you haven't met my girly side yet," he chuckled. "it's going to blow your mind."

He grabbed a piece of my hair in each hand and started twisting it, doing what was supposed to be a braid.

I laughed, "You're doing it completely wrong!" He gave me an exasperated sigh. He grabbed a big chunk of my hair and divided it into three sections, with a little help from me. "There you go," I cood softly. He started humming an unknown song as he braided my hair. "This is kinda fun, I get why girls do this." I smiled at that.

He's so cute dammit.

"I'm done, yes!" He screamed dramatically. I stood up and walked over to the huge mirror, I mentally screamed when I saw my hair. It wasn't that bad to be honest, but I instantly knew that it would be a huge mess when I went to sleep. "Thank you, babe." I said, walking over to him and held him close to me. He wrapped his long arms around my torso and stroked my hair softly.

"Your welcome, I should do this more often." "Let's not get too excited, babe." He chuckled softly as he moved us slowly in a circle, as if we were slow dancing. We stayed like that fotr a long time, just spinning slowly in a small circle in the middle of the living room.

As I stood there, hugging the tall boy as he had his chin in my head, I realized that I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.