Finding the Perfect Love

Chapter 2

~~Marcus Field~~

Violet just laughed at my face because I gave her a 'hell no' look.

"Marker, don't worry about it, it will be fine. Oh yeah, Jazzy's hair will be blonde. I'm not going to try to bleach out Marcus's hair, he would kill me, so Marcus, you get brown."

Oh hell yes! I started dancing around in my chair, extremely giddy.

"Fuck you Marker!" Jasper growled, "You lucky bitch..."

"Oh calm down, your hair will match your attitude!"

"Marker, stop or I'll make yours blonde too. Wait, wouldn't that be the smartest thing to do since everyone knows you're in love with your black hair?" Violet mumbled to herself.

"No, no, no. Violet don't!" I heard myself plead.

"I'll hold him down for you. If you go through with making him a blonde I will give you no trouble in making me one too." Jazzy said enthusiastically.

"Hi Marker!"

Immediately my heart melted. I turned around and saw the cutest blonde little girl ever. "Mary..." I smiled.

She giggled, "What color are you getting?"

I looked Violet straight in the eye, "Blonde, so I can match you Marebear."

"You got it bad, Marcus. You haven't called her that since she was 3." Violet said.

"Let's start. Mary, want to sit in my lap?" I asked.

She giggled, ran over to me, jumped in my lap, and hugged me. We both started laughing, then I realized Jasper taking a picture of us.

"Got it!" Jazzy said, pumping his fist in the air.

I scowled, "You know I hate pictures.... send that to me though."

Jasper takes the best pictures. Honestly, I don't mind him taking my picture.

He smiled, "Gladly, there sent it." My phone dinged.

Violet started on my hair, only taking ten minutes. Yeah that may sound crazy, but she's always been the luckiest with hair, it's her thing. our family has at least one thing we are amazing at, I'm creative, so writing and drawing are my thing. Mary, she gets people to love her, especially me, and Xavier, he is amazing at singing, much better than I'd ever be. And Jasper, the photographer of all of us.

As soon as Violet finished, Mary giggled and ran a hand through my hair. I hate people touching my hair, the only one I allow is Mary.

"Hey are you packed up?" I asked Mary.

She shook her head ridiculously quick in the no manner. "I have a bag, I was thinking we could just go shopping when we get there."

"Of course we can! Piggy back ride to see mom?" I asked seeing Jazzy getting his hair dyed strawberry blonde.

"Oh no..." Mary laughed.

Me and Violet just shushed her before Jazzy noticed anything, because he was listening to music.

"Mary, do you know what mom wanted?" I ask leaving the room.

"Nope!" She said popping the 'p'.

"Awesome, okay lets go!" I smiled.

I ran down the hall from my room to the end of the hallway running into my father. Me and my father don't get along... at all. Mary is the only one who knows this because she saw what the start of the issue was. Lets not go into details... It's... painful.