Blaire brushed my hair out and it felt so good to have someone else brush it out. I felt like I was at a salon and I don't even remember the last time I'd been to one of those. She braided the front of my hair carefully into a headband and lightly sprayed it with hairspray, reaching over for the curling iron. With great care she gave me beach wave curls all around. She sprayed it lightly again with hairspray and I stare in wonder; it was a million times better than I could have done. A grin spread across my face, "You're doing my hair on the daily Blaire! Have you ever thought of becoming a cosmetologist?"
"I've given it some thought," she murmured, fixing a curl gone awry.
"When do you practice?" curious when she did this, because she never had her hair done all fancy and I was with her most of the time.
"I do my mom's and my hair when you aren't here. I help around prom with hair," she fluffed her most recent masterpiece.
I look in the mirror at her in wonder, "Just when I thought I knew everything about you,"
She blushed and walked away after unplugging the curling iron.
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Hidden In the Knight
Teen FictionIndia has a hard life. Her parents are raging alcoholics, her best friend is beyond odd, and everyone pretends she isn't alive. All of that changes when one new guy moves into town. Things start changing and not just for India. Everyone and everyth...
