Winning Skylinn

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A/N: The above picture is of Jonny's and Skylinn's new hairdos. The male model is not Sean O'Donnell, who's playing Jonny, but both pictures are of the same guy, so you can see his haircut from different angles. It isn't that color, either, since Jonny's hair is darker than that, but just bear with me, okay?
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||Jonny's POV||

I took Skylinn's suggestion and got my hair cut short in the back and on the sides. It was longer on the top, but still shorter than it was before, and not as thick.

She got a trim too, but nothing more than her split ends. However, there was another change she added: caramel highlights. It took awhile, but when it was done, she looked even prettier than before.

I paid for her haircut, saying that it was an early birthday present. If you haven't noticed, I pretty much paid for everything Skylinn and I bought together.

On the way home, we continued one of our old traditions: singing terribly. "Can't Feel My Face" by The Weekend came on, and we sang in exaggerated high voices.

"I never even got the point of that song," Skylinn said as it went to commercial.

"Um...it's about drugs..."

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah..."

"It is?!"

"I think so, yeah. Think of the lyrics: 'She told me, don't worry about it.' Obviously he's never taken drugs before but the girl is offering him some, and now his face is, like, numb. Or something like that," I explained.

"Huh. That's weird."

"What did you think it was about?" I asked.

She thought for a moment. "I don't know. But definitely not drugs. Oh! Did you see those sweaters at Christmastime that said 'I can't feel my face when I'm with you' and had a picture of a gingerbread cookie with his head bitten off?" She burst out laughing, and I found myself joining in, if a bit quieter. Her laugh was contagious.

"Honestly, why were commercials invented?" Skylinn said, scrunching up her nose in disgust.

"Um. So people could get the word out about their business, and so the radio station could stay on the air."

"Well don't you just know everything."

"Pretty much."

"I bet you can't guess what I'm thinking right now." She crossed her arms over her chest and gave me a smug smile.

I pretended to think, and while I looked out the window, a Sonic caught my eye. "You're thinking...you want a blue coconut slushie?"

"Actually, I was thinking I want pizza. But that'll do."

I shook my head, not bothering to hide a laugh. "You're gonna get fat one of these days."

"I wish I could. It's exhausting being this pretty," she replied, flipping her recently-highlighted hair over her shoulder.

"Must be. Us poor mere mortals have to work out to get that perfect metabolism of yours."

"Sucks to suck."

I rolled my eyes at her. "I don't understand why you were the one blessed with the no-getting-fat gene."

"And you weren't? You've been skinny your whole life! What would you know about being fat?"

"Touché. But same goes for you."

"Guess so. Now, you've done enough. Let me pay for the drinks this time."

"Um, no."

"Yes! I swear, you pay for everything. Even my hair, and that was at least $80! Can't I just do this one thing for you?"

"Hmm," I said, pretending to think. I checked my wallet. There was just a wrinkled five dollar bill left inside. "Okay, fine. But just this once!"

"Yay!" She whipped out her wallet, and handed me the money after we'd ordered our slushies.

"You know where we haven't been in awhile?" I asked as we drove back towards the neighborhood.

"Where?"

"Disney World."

"Oh wow, we really haven't! I think last time, I was...14."

"Almost five years. We should go back," I suggested.

"Yeah. But it's so expensive!"

"That's true. Maybe if we both saved up, we could take a trip down there in a month or so. Maybe two."

"Okay. Deal."

We high-fived, making it final.