“Hey Feliks?” Currently, you were laying on your back on the faded blue sofa. You were lying upside down, so with your feet sticking up in the air, your head was unsupported as you dangled half off of it.
“Yeah?” Your friend was sitting next to you, his nose buried in a cosmetics and fashion magazine. One of your hands tangled in your hair, making you slip a bit more, your head dangerously close to the floor.
“I think I might cut my hair short, really short.” Feliks’ eyes widened to the size of saucers and he slammed the magazine down, several post-it notes and other makeshift bookmarks flying out of it. “No! I won’t let you!” He’d jumped to his feet and even though he wasn’t that tall, as your face was low down, he towered over you.
“C’mon if you’ve got short hair, how am I supposed to plait your hair, or, or do pigtails or something?! If you get short hair I won’t even be able to-“
“Geez Feliks! Chill! It’s just a thought!” You tried calming him, but the way he was still fuming told you you weren’t successful.
He frowned and stormed off. You sighed and merely shrugged. Often when he got like this, it was just best to let him steam it out. You blinked in surprise when you heard footsteps thundering back to you though, tensing your stomach muscles to sit up a bit.
“Now!” Feliks brandished your brush. “Sit up and I’ll show you why you can’t cut your hair short!” Not bothering to stress the details about where he’d found your brush, you spinned around and sat up.
He sat behind you, coaxing your head down to his lap so you were lying on your side. With well-practised movements he started brushing gently through your hair. His mind was in overdrive though.
Did something happen?! Maybe a guy broke her heart! I’m so gonna punch the guy in his ear! How dare he! Or wait, maybe a family member got ill and died or-
His speculations continued and they showed on his face. And well, you just wanted a change. For some reason, you’d just gotten the urge to change your hair. It was drastic yes, but then again, when you’re young you’re allowed to experiment and do stuff like that.
Or that’s what you believed anyway. “H-hey,” he started, his rhythmic brushes making you feel relaxed. “Yeah?” You murmured in reply, rubbing your cheek onto his leg to get more comfortable. “Y-you know you can like always talk to me right?”
You chuckled. “If I can ever get a word in edgeways.” Teasingly, you stuck out your tongue after your attempted taunt.
He pouted, continuing to comb through your hair gently. “Just because I told a lot doesn’t mean that I don’t want to listen you to you, you know? I want you to be able to tell me anything. I really like you, so I want you to act a little more selfish around me. I want to be able to spoil you.”
A growing blush appeared on his cheeks and you lay on your back so you could get a better look at him. “Is that why you’re constantly trying to buy me dresses and put makeup on me?”
He nodded and smiled sweetly. “I want to make you look cute!” He faltered, his eyes shooting away from your face to settle on a crack in the woodpaneled wall. “Even though I want to be the only one who sees you that cute...” he muttered, it going unheard by you.
“Hey, Feliks?” You gazed up at him as he covered his mouth with his hand in his embarrassment.
He cocked his head at you, his blond hair looking like a golden halo from where you lay. “I’ve decided, I won’t cut my hair.” The look of irrational happiness that displayed itself on his face made you chuckle.
Why was he so happy over something so trivial?
Extending your little finger to him, you grinned. “But only if you promise to brush my hair every day from now on.”
It took him no time to wrap his own finger around yours. “Took you long enough to ask!” He crowed, the grin on your face being mirrored by his.
“What’s that meant to mean?!” You gaped at him in disbelief. He tickled your chin, making your frown disappear. “Like, it took you long enough to realise my hair-brushing skills are like the best!” Feliks struck a pose and held it for a moment.
You burst out laughing, shaking your head at him. Seeing you smile again, he nodded in self-satisfaction.
Then he got back to the work he so adored, the brushing of his beloved’s hair.