At first, it started off as fixing Curly’s hair for him. The usual getting a loose hair away from the greasers face.Then it turned into ruffling it and messing it up.

and now….you were full on playing with it. Running your fingers through his dark curls. Parting it, braiding it, putting it in a ponytail. Whatever you desired.

Curly didn’t seem to mind too much. You guys were friends after all.

it was lunchtime, as Curly ate the gross cafeteria food, you played with his hair once more.