Vance had been your best friend since you were both very small, you know how much he hates his hair getting touched, wet, brushed, played with, etc

but one day when you were both hanging out in his room and he hands you a brush and sits in front of you with his back facing you

“I thought you hated getting your hair touched” you laugh and start brushing out his hair

“yeah well, I love you so it’s fine. Just make me look seriously awesome.” he huffed and leaned into your touch as he hands you some hair ties