Wonderwall, JJ Maybank

Chapter Six. The Pogues Monarch.

CHAPTER SIX . . .   
THE POGUES MONARCH.

"SIT STILL, DELIA!"

     "Oh do pardon me dear Sarah, my wickedly restless legs know not what they do!"

Cordelia sat in the sand between Sarah's legs, the fidgety girl doing her best to stay still while her new friend perched comfortably on a piece of driftwood behind her; fingers combing gently through all the knots and kinks in her untamed hair.

     The blonde kook giggled softly and shook her head, keeping her eyes on the Victorian teenager's matted locks with a humored smile, knowing she had not a clue of how unintentionally funny her vernacular was. "You're pardoned."

The reflection of bright flames danced against the glossy hues of their happy eyes, playful movements just as warm as the looks on their faces. Sitting by the fire each night was something none of them seemed to tire of. There was an abundance of stories to share, so how could it possibly grow dull?

"Tell me if I'm pulling too hard." Sarah mentioned, brows now furrowed as she leaned in closer; focused on her work.

Cordelia smiled to herself. It had been a long long time since she'd had the luxury of someone doing her hair for her. It used to be her mother who'd brush and style it, but when she got sick, it's upkeep had fallen low on their list of priorities, and after she died, Cordelia had cared much more about playing wildly in the streets with the other kids than making sure it looked nice. Not to mention she didn't own a hairbrush. Mary would occasionally fix it for her, but the old woman's hands were so withered by frostbite she could hardly do it herself.

     "No, you're perfectly alright." she assured kindly, attempting to tilt her head upwards to send the smile Sarah's way, resulting in both of them giggling when Sarah pushed it quickly back down again.

     "Cordelia, I'm serious!" she laughed. "I've literally never seen this many knots in my life! You have to stay still!"

     "180 years on a deserted island will certainly throw a spanner in the works." she clicked her tongue.

     "Even Wheezie's hair doesn't get this bad."

     The Edwards girl smiled pleasantly again. "Her full name is Louisa, right? Your sister's?"

     "Mhm."

     "What a lovely title to be bestowed. Louisa. I think anyone with such a name must live an enchanting life."

     Sarah snorted quietly. "Enchanting might be a bit of a stretch. Eternally sassy, maybe."

     "Eternally sassy. Hm! I think we'd get along swell."

     "Oh, I'm sure she would idolize you." Sarah removed her hands from the girl's head after a beat, sitting back and letting out a breath of air as she stared the beast down; shaking out her cramping fingers. "Okay. This isn't working. We're ditching the detangling and moving to the braid."

     "Cordelia!"

The Edwards girl perked up, turning her head to the left at the sound of JJ's voice brimming with excitement, only for Sarah to grab her chin and pull her gaze back towards the fire. Swiftly— and only tripping once in the sand— he reached them; mildly out of breath as he heedlessly dropped all of his collected branches beside the already burning fire.