Random stuff I write/one shots and short stories

this is why we don't let siblings give us ideas....

PROMPT:HAIR IN MESSY BRAIDS

    "Please?" I asked for the thousandth time, "You can take them out right after I swear." My boyfriend looked at me skeptically.

I'd been asking for weeks now to braid his hair. He had incredibly curly hair that was cut tamely, or at least partially tamed. When I'd first met him back in middle school his hair had been shoulder length.

    This started after a late night discussion. I'd asked if he'd ever learned to braid when his hair was longer. He had said no and I had started bothering him to let me braid it now.

    "Come on!" I exclaimed, I thoroughly enjoyed it when he would lay on my lap and let me play with his hair. Running a hand through his tight curls until it caught only to repeat was calming in a way I never would have expected.

    I could only imagine how trying to brush through his hair would go.

    "Fine," he gave in at last "but this is the only time." He said with a chuckle. I jumped up and down. I shouldn't be this excited but everything with him tended to make me feel a bit more strongly.

    I set about trying to find a spray bottle and brush. I had my brush already since we were in my room, but finding a spray bottle was more challenging since I never used one. I ended up finding one in the bathroom downstairs. I hurried back up to my room triumphant. We settled down onto my floor. I kneeled behind him as he sat cross legged in front of me.

    I set to work trying to brush his hair. My general approach failed quickly and I decided to start again, this time by splitting it into two sections. Despite his hair's messy appearance it was soft to the touch. After splitting it into two I sprayed it with what was probably way too much water. Not that I cared the amount, it worked. I carefully brushed through each section. With the amount of water his hair straightened somewhat making it seem longer.

    After I  finished brushing, I tied off half in a baby ponytail despite complaints. I carefully brushed the section that was left untied and started in. Even with his hair being somewhat straightened it was hard to braid since it was just barely long enough to keep in said braid. After a few minutes of having my hands tangled in his hair trying to figure out quite how to do this, I finished one and tied it off, pleased with myself for even getting him to let me do this in the first place. I repeated the same on the other half, this time it went a bit faster and felt more comfortable. When it was done I sat back on my heels and gave a contented sigh. "See?" I said "it was worth it!"

    "well I dunno just yet," he said with a chuckle. "I gotta see them first right?" He joked. He'd watched me braid my hair for a year and a half, he knew they would have come out good. Nonetheless he walked over to my mirror in the corner of the room and smiled at me through the reflection. He turned to give me a delicate kiss on the cheek, which even after months left me with a blush. We settled back down and I once again admired my work, my two messy braids in my boyfriends hair.

I moderately regret writing this. Note that it was also written a week ago at like 2am.... also Wattpad doesn't let me use my damn tab key.