“Aaaa! You look so pretty, hon!” squealed your girlfriend Mollie, her hair wisping around in that ghostly way. “I KNEW yellow would look good on you. I could just show you off to the whole school.”

You weren’t nearly as outgoing as Mollie, but something made you want to let her. She was so energetic and fashionable- you were lucky to have landed this icon of a girl. “Fix your hair, love,” she’d say, brushing a bit of hair out of your face.

You would let her style you all day.