Conner wasn't sure if a week's time was enough to successfully make Bree blush.
But he would do whatever it took, to win the heart of his girl.
Conner is determined to make Bree blush by the end of seven days. Set at the end of the sixth book, so s...
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It was the last day. Day 7.
Bree's insides felt like jelly as she retied her ponytail again and again. Her hair didn't feel smooth enough, her ponytail always either leaned to the right or to the left. The more frustrated she got, the messier she did her hair.
Red smiled knowingly when she approached Bree. "Need some help?" she asked. "I'm pretty good with doing hair."
Bree looked up at friend. She wanted to refuse, but she had no good reason to do so. "I- sure." she sighed, giving Red her hair band. "Just don't do anything too fancy."
Red took a hairbrush and brushed Bree's hair, while counting under her breath. "13...14...15... I give my hair fifty brushes every day," Red explained, before resuming her counting. "20...21..."
Bree looked nervously forward, fingers anxiously playing with themselves. She hadn't spoken a word to Conner yesterday, but today, she would make up for her silence.
After Red deemed Bree's hair was smooth enough, she took the hair band and carefully tied the hair into a ponytail, making sure the hair on top was smooth. Feeling her hair being brushed, Bree had a sudden flashback of when she was a little girl, her mother tying her hair everyday before she went to school. Bree knew her mother cared about her a lot, seen from her tying her daughter's hair everyday. Of course, that stopped when Bree was old enough to do it on her own, but still, it was a nice childhood memory. It may be because of Bree's association of "someone doing her hair" with "care", but the teenager could somehow feel Red's support and encouragement when she brushed her hair. Bree allowed herself to smile, trying to ease her nerves a bit.
"There." Red gave her hair a final brush then placed the hairbrush down. "All finished."
Bree patted her hair, and felt it was undeniably smoother than when Bree herself tried to tie a ponytail. Red had even taken the care of tying the ponytail lower, so Bree could put her beanie on. "Thanks, Red." she said, grateful for her help.
"No problem." Red stood back so Bree could stand up. The young woman looked at her reflection in the mirror.
She could see the nervousness in her face, and her earth-coloured eyes were wider than usual. Her eyes flickered to the rest of her body. Bree didn't want to really dress up, so she opted for a grey hoodie and skinny jeans, and wore a pair of converses. She had her lucky charm, a crescent moon, on a bracelet around her wrist. Bree put her signature purple beanie on her head, careful not to mess her hair up. Stray strands of hair were tucked away, and Bree made sure her pink and blue bangs would not cover her eyes. Letting out an exhale, Bree closed her eyes, then opened them. Instead of anxiety, they were now filled with determination.
"I'm ready," she told her reflection. Stuffing her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, she turned to leave.
Red took a bottle and spritzed it at Bree's direction. When Bree looked at her in surprise, Red said, "It's perfume. Gives you luck and confidence." Red winked, the pink perfume bottle in her perfectly manicured hand.
