I edge to the front of my seat as my endurance slowly crumbles to bits.
“Fariha, lean back. I won’t stop the shampoo from running into your eyes, seeing as it doesn’t mess up your hair!”
I was never fond of people getting all touchy-feely with me in general, but I’m quite uncomfortable right now, what with Allen digging his hands into a mass of ebony.
Especially since the mass is attached to my scalp.
My scalp.
“Are you done yet? You know, you didn’t have to wash my hair...”
“Um, yes I did. I know you’re not exactly on good terms with your femininity and dolling yourself up, but you could have at least taken a shower today!” he snarled, probably a bit fed up with my whining.
“...There’s a fine line between being honest and being a butt, Allen,” I retorted, finding myself come up to my defensive stance. Allen dips my head back into the sink and continues engulfing my head in balmy suds. I do have to admit, it does feel kind of nice.
“Ugh, don’t get your pouty face on, princess,” Allen says with just enough smugness sprinkled on his words to send my face into a scowl, as opposed to the smile I was trying to hold back a few seconds ago.
Princess. I hate that word.
Allen probably knows this.
I etch a grin onto my face and plot to kick him in the shins at some point. I still don’t know how or why we became the slightest of friends, considering how much he gets on my nerves.
His arms go into a frenzy as he twirls, snips, and sprays gunk everywhere. I can’t protest too much, since he does seem to know what he’s doing.
That is, until he brings out the curlers.
“Allen, what on Earth are you doing?
“Relax! Trust me, this is going to be amazing.”
My skepticism swirls in the air as he carries on yanking my hair. I do wonder how he deals with having an inferno of heat threaten to burn his hair to a crisp every day. I pull away as he tries to get me to turn my head so he can fry me even more.
“Don’t...touch me without my permission.”
Allen gawks at me in a mocking fashion before asking me where I got that one from.
“Oh, I heard you say that in your sleep!” My tone is just a wee bit too cheerful, considering what I just said.
Maybe Neil was right when he stated that I lacked a “brain-to-mouth-filter”.
Allen gazes for what seems like eternity before he teases me about why I was in his house at so late at night and what I was doing and the whole she-bang. Yes, I just said she-bang.
Deal with it.
Allen finally finishes the ordeal and swerves me in the direction of a mirror. I see a girl with oddly large brown eyes, hilariously muddy clothes from rolling down a hill in the rain, and coiled, twisted hair that was twice the size of her head.
I came in here for a trim.
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because what my other oc is holding is totally a gun
