𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐬- 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

You walked in the bathroom to find Vinnie standing in front the mirror.

He let out a sigh. Tugging at the dry pieces that seemed to be in more of a wave pattern.

I need a new curl cream, he thought.

"What's up with you?" You asked with an raised eyebrow.

"I need help with my hair."

"Help with what exactly?"

"Like...trying to make the curls more defined I guess."

He'd seen you do your own curls before. He watched the way you would rake the products through your hair with ease and you looked so confident doing it. And your hair came out great every time.

Vinnie became frustrated with his hair because he couldn't figure out why his curls flattened out in a day and got dry easily.

Because you had just recently perfected your routine, of course you'd help.

You excitedly said yes and wasted no time telling him to get on his knees so he can lean over the bathtub so you could wash his hair.

As you do it, you use lukewarm water first and wet his hair thoroughly because that's what opens up the cuticle. You keep it soaking wet while you shampoo. And before you condition, you squeeze most of the water out so the product can better adhere to the hair.

You also had to deal with Vinnie complaining about things.

"My back hurts."

"There's shampoo in my eye."

"Water's too cold."

But you were done in ten minutes.

You wrap a towel around his neck before he stands up but he's about to use that towel to dry his hair.

"Don't do that!" you exclaim.

"Why?"

"The material of the towel is too rough for your hair. It results in dry or frizzy hair. I have an old t-shirt you can use. That's better because it's softer material."

He stood there with water dripping down his back while you took the shirt from your drawer. Upon coming back to him, you take the shirt and gently dry his hair with it.

You catch him staring at you with a smile in the mirror and ask, "What?"

He shrugs. "Nothing."

You told him that he could sit next to the bed, so he walks out while you grabbed your styling products.

Clutching them in your arms, you sat down on the edge of the bed while Vinnie sat on the floor, so his head was between your legs.

You first took a wide tooth comb to run through his hair then followed up with a fine tooth comb to get any smaller tangles out. Now going in with a leave-in-conditioner, you told him that it was better to put the products in when the hair isn't super saturated with water, because this way, the products bond to the hair better, like the conditioner in the shower.

He put on Jojo's Bizzare Adventure to watch while you styled his hair. You meticulously applied the products to his hair, all while explaining why you were using them and what they did.

If someone else was there watching, it would've looked like a mother doing her son's hair. He was also doing a good job at being patient.

You then put moisturizer and sectioned off his hair, twirling the pieces around your fingers to form the best ringlets you could. He didn't have curls like his dad but they still looked good.

Finishing off with an oil to seal in moisture and a gel for hold, Vinnie admired your work by being the pieces of hair that fell in his face.

You got up from behind him and for some reason, he laid his head down on the bed.

"You're literally gonna mess them up!" You told him and dramatically wiped the bed to get any excess product that may have gone from his hair to the blanket.

"Sorry." He replied before standing up to stretch and following you into the bathroom where you put the items back and he looked in the mirror.

"This is probably the best it's ever looked. Thanks."

"Your wel-" you couldn't even get the whole word out because he picked you up and spun you around.