Passing Through

Chapter 8: Fear of Falling

Absolutely not, you ain't doing that!" Clyde pulls away from you quick like you showed him something disgusting, but what was actually in your hand was a simple black hair band.

"Clyde, it's not a big deal, it's just to get your hair out of your face." You try to walk back towards him but again he walks back a step. "Clyde, quit being a big ol' baby."

Maya interjects with a smile, "Come on Clyde, you trust Y/n, right?" You look at her not knowing if she was trying to help or hinder the situation, but you had a plan to make it work to your advantage.

"So, you don't trust me..." pretending to look sad and then looking away like you had shame. What was really happening is you needing to look away so that Clyde wouldn't see you suppressing a giggle. You looked at Maya who resembled a devil in a diner's uniform just smiling at you knowing what you were doing. She has seen you do it before to other people and to the other friends as well, hell you even tried to do it to Maya one time until you realize she caught on to your tricks. Realizing it was a mistake to look at her when your giggle came out louder this time and hoping that hiding it behind a cough wouldn't give it away to Clyde.

"Oh no, Y/n I trust you, but does it have to be a man bun?" 'He hasn't caught on yet and your silent celebration going through your head as you continue to act sad. "It just seems to be something guys with obsessive opinions about coffee or beer do a lot."

"You think guys with douchey opinions about beer and coffee only wear their hair up?" You give him a look like it was a crazy opinion, he returns the look right back at you. "Ok, so a majority of guys your describing does wear man buns, but I don't want to put a man bun in your hair, I just want to get the strands out of your face."

Looking skeptical, Clyde finally starts taking steps toward you, "Meaning what then?" Trying to not look so pleased with yourself, you start walking towards him to meet him halfway.

You reach up to grab a few strands of hair from the front and pushed it back and then turn his body towards a reflective sign across the room. "See, no big deal, it's like a half man bun at best." Clyde looks at his reflection and sighs loudly.

"You promise it won't look stupid?" He then goes from looking at his own reflection to you.

"I will only promise that you will get use to it, and even if you hate it that bad you can take it out, but please you gotta give it an hour at least."

A large sigh comes from Clyde's mouth again, "Ok fine, do your worst."

You squealed in excitement along with some fast clapping which made Clyde just smile at you. "Ok, turn around, let me work my magic, by the time I'm done with your hair, you gonna be swatting the ladies off you with a fly swatter."

"Wow, good one sweet pea." Maya says with oozing sarcasm. Just on cue James comes back from doing his makeup in the bathroom.

"Ooo, are we calling her that again, I thought we were barred from ever using it." James says as he sits down next to Maya on the stool and places his unusually giant makeup bag on the counter.

You start to take big pieces from the front of Clyde's hair and brush it back with your fingers. You tried to not notice how soft his thick black waves felt between your fingers. It reminded you of a time when you were watching some Pee-wee movie when you were young and you remembered a scene where he was putting his fingers through some girls hair before they kissed. For the longest time you believed that was what love was, the ability to put your fingers through someone's hair. Thankfully you grew up and realize there was more to love then the ability to put your fingers through someone's hair, regardless of having to learn it in juvie, so what did you actually know about love. Joshua "Lil Riot" Nusbaum was your first "love" and sex consisted of two of your friends watching outside the room while you let him wiggle on top of you for 15 seconds. Everything else has been hookups and fooling someone you liked them. What did you know about love, maybe some stupid Pee-Wee movie did have it right, you couldn't help but feel happy right now playing with his hair.