John and you had been dating for a good two years. You were close and you both loved each other more than anything.

You were leaning against a tree just on the outskirts of camp. John had his head on your lap and it was giving you the opportunity to put flowers in his black hair.

Stifling a quiet giggle, you slid another lillie into his hair. You had already braided a few strands of his hair and John had no idea.

“Hmm…” John hummed contentedly, unbeknownst to the flowers in his hair.