We pull apart and I grin and blush like an idiot but so does she.
"Um..." I start to say as her mom busts in the door.
"Abigail! Get your ass in the kitchen and clean up that mess!"
"Fine!" She says angrily, "I'll be back Sidney." Then she leaves the room with her dreadful mother.
I sit on her bed and twiddle my thumbs until she gets back. Eventually she comes back in and sits on the bed next to me. She looks at me and her lips form into a sly grin. Then out of nowhere her hands connect with my side and it doesn't take me long to realize that she is tickling me. I'm laughing uncontrollably and it starts to hurt.
"Stop! Stop!" I yell breathlessly.
A few seconds later she lets go. I lay there for a few minutes and catch my breath. Abby lays next to me but suddenly sits up.
"I have an idea," she stands up and grabs my hands, pulling me up as well and dragging me towards the bathroom.
"What?" I say, confused.
"Sit here," she says, not answering me. She pushes me toward the toilet. I close the lid and sit down. Then she pulls out a pair of scissors.
"Are you cutting my hair?" I question.
"Yes." She answers bluntly.
I nod, coming to terms with this fiasco. She slowly starts snipping away at my long hair and by the time she's done my hair is as short as it's ever been.
"All done! Now it'll be a bit easier to manage," she states.
My once long brown hair is now a short pixie cut. I stand up and approach the mirror as if it's going to attack me. As I see my reflection my eyes start to well up with tears.
"Thank you..." I say quietly and breathlessly.
"Hey, don't get all mushy on me now!" She says lovingly.
I give her a strong hug and she hugs me back. After a while she pulls away and looks at me, she smiles.
I smile back.
