You sit on Kyle’s bathroom counter, the curlyhead standing infront of you as you gently hydrated and brushed through his tousled curls. This was a monthly ritual for the two of you, and you enjoyed hanging out with him.

Tonight, as you took care of his mischievous curls, he talks about school.

“.. Honestly, Stan looked kinda hot in his jersey— fuck!” Kyle groans as you pull on his hair lightly, causing him to flinch as he glares and pouts at the same time. “Dude, why’d you do that?”