<Via's POV>
"Hey, Groff?" I ask. I nervously play with my jacket sleeve, mentally rehearsing what I'm going to say.
"What's up, kid?" he asks, not looking up from his phone.
"Can I... uhh..." I completely forgot what I was going to ask. Shit. I frantically rack my brain, trying to focus, which only makes me lose my focus more.
"Forget what you were gonna say?" he asks teasingly. I don't answer because I'm too busy trying to remember what I was going to ask. "It's fine. You'll remember eventually."
"Hair... thing," I say, miming cutting my hair.
"A haircut?" I snap my fingers.
"Yes."
"Yeah, you can get a haircut. You don't have to ask permission."
"Well, I don't have money," I say.
"Oh, right. Umm, I'll work on that. Can it wait a few days?"
"Yeah."
"Sweet. So, what are you thinking? Short? Long? Neon yellow?"
"Neon yellow?" I scoff. "Could you pick an uglier color?"
"Just asking. But, really, what do you want? I have to tell them when I set up the appointment."
"I- I want it short."
"Cool." I pause, watching him. He looks up at me. "You- You can go back to your room now."
"You're not mad that I want short hair?"
"Uhh, no? Should I be?"
"I thought you'd be mad that I don't want long hair."
"Is this about the transgender thing? Because if it is, I don't care. It's your hair, you do what you want with it. Go back to your room and, like, stress about homework instead."
"Thanks, Groff," I whisper.
•••
B: Hi
V: Hey.
B: What's up?
V: Brushing my teeth.
I point my phone camera at the mirror. My blue toothbrush is sticking out my mouth and, for once, I don't have a jacket on. I take the picture, sending it to her.
V: *one attachment*
B: Do u work out? 😮
V: Yeah.
B: Your hot. 😁😁😁
B: 😍
V: *You're.
V: And thanks.
I finish brushing my teeth and go back to my room, throwing on my Wicked hoodie. I take another picture of myself and send it to Beth.
V: *one attachment*
B: I'm not saying you don't look good in a hoodie, but you look better without it. 😉😉
V: You're saying I should go to school without a shirt?
B: No!
B: Just without a hoodie.
B: Only if you want tho. 😊
V: No, thanks.
B: K. See you at school
B: 😘
•••
I walk up behind Beth, resting my chin on her head. She giggles and turns around, pressing her face into my chest as she tightly hugs me.
"Yes, hello," I laugh, lightly patting her back. "Look up."
"Oh my chocolate chip cookies! You got a haircut," Beth gasps. A grin slowly spreads across her face. She reaches towards my hair, her eyes sparkling. "Can I touch? Pretty please?"
"Yes, you can touch my hair. Just this once." I slightly lean down and she musses up my hair, beaming.
"It's so soft!" she gasps. "And it's pretty!"
"Okay, okay. That's enough." She pouts, giving me her puppy-dog eyes. "No. That's not fair, Beth."
"But it's so pretty and soft," she whispers. She stands on her toes, flinging her arms over my shoulders.
"Rehearsal," I sigh. "If you can wait until rehearsal--"
"Nope. I'm touching your hair at lunch, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." She quickly kisses my lips and smiles. "Bye!"
"You're lucky I love you!" I call as she walks away. She turns around and blows me a kiss, then disappears around the corner. Yep. I love her.
A/N
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