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~ setting the scissors down I sigh satisfied with my work. My curls stopped just at my shoulders and framed my face. I've always wanted to do that but it took today for me to gain the courage. I go to pick up the hair but stop once hearing something hit the door.
Looking up Elijah's staring at me with wide eyes his back against the door. "I can explain." I say as if I just got caught doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing
"What. The fuck."
"Elijah just give it a chance." I say as he goes to touch my hair. He pulls back as if he'd just burnt himself and I roll my eyes
"Why would you do this?"
"I felt like it." I shrug
"You felt like going bald?"
"I'm not bald don't exaggerate."
Taking my scrunchy from around my wrist I try and brush all my hair up into a high bun until I'm able to go to the hair salon. I still have a lot of hair it just doesn't reach my ass anymore. Elijah covers his mouth with his hand still looking shocked
"Are you going to break up with me because I cut me hair?"
His expression turns serious and his eyes glare at me "what type of question is that. Of course not."
"Then don't make this a big deal. It'll grow back it's just hair." I say struggling to brush this shit up.
He sighs taking the brush from me and doing it himself. "Patience beautiful. You'll always have problems if you don't learn to be patient with your hair."
Excuse me. Who's had to deal with it for all twenty years of her life? Me that's who. I huff childishly and stay still so he can brush through the tangled mess of hair on my head. I should have just cut it all off to see if he'd stay with me then
Next time August, next time for sure. He looks completely focused and relaxed as if he's enjoying this. "Were you the one who braided my hair while I was- you know sleep."
"I did." He nods
Finishing he hands me back my brush "now, you should be able to do it." I shake my head no
"You put it up, my arms hurt."
He doesn't complain and do as I told him. I patiently tap my fingers on the edge of the sink humming to the song playing on repeat in my head. Yung Bleu always did do it for me. Yawning I can't believe how tired I am there's no way. I'd slept for a month straight!
Thanking him and taking the brush we clean up all the hair making sure to get it into the trash can. Deciding to bathe I turn around and ask "Want to shower with me?"
He raises his eyebrows at me and I laugh at his pink cheeks. It's rare that I ever get him to blush but when I do it's a sight to see. "I don't think that's-"
