“I like your hair.”

Megan looked over at who you were talking to. The cashier? She looks over at the person to see their hair that was dyed the colours red that faded to blue. She looked over at you before…she left you. Alone.

What about her hair? What about when she changed it back to black and dyed her bangs and the end of her hair pink? Did you say that? Well…you did, but she was still too stubborn and jealous over the situation that just happened. Throughout the whole day, Megan didn’t say anything to you. You tried to ask her, but jealousy got the best of her.

You tried to wonder why she was ignoring you before your head clicked. You groaned in slight annoyance at her antics and pettiness. “Mei mei,” you called for her, walking to her. She tried to run away, but you wrapped your arms around her waist. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I love your pink hair more. It’s beautiful on you,” you murmur against her ear. Megan takes a moment to register your words.

“You still gave them a compliment…” she grumbled out. She didn’t give into your apology, but she did melt into your body warmth.