Flare's P.O.V.
I shot up from my slumber suddenly, my mind cursing the constant knock at my door. "Wakey-wakey!!!" I heard a voice from the other side. My long red hair was in a bun, and I had a bit of bed head, so I slapped a hat on and opened the door, rubbing my eyes. "What." I growled to my waker.
Grell glared at me. "Respect for your elders!" He scolded. I scoffed. "Says the demon lover." I hissed.
I hated him.
So much.
He stared at me before slowly lifting up my hat.
"What the hell, give it back!!!" I yelled chasing him. "Hehehe, my, my deary! You have exquisite hair!" He exclaimed messing with my bun until my hair fell down onto my back. "There!" He grinned sticking his tounge out and holding his black, gloved hand, his index finger, thunb, and pinkie stuck out.
I stood theree, frozen. I had... Exquisite red hair? I scoffed. "Red is the color of blood. The color of loss, pain. It bleeds when you or I would die. I don't understand why you love red." I snapped, grabbing my hat back and slamming my door in his face.
(A/N SOrry such a short chapter...
Lol Tigress if you read this, I stole your quote from CS. Becaus eyou make an amazing Grelly-poo
Thank you.)
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