"Vanessa! V! V! V! V!" Chris shouted waking me up from my slumber once again.
"What? I'm sleepy!" I whined covering up my face with the blanket.
"Feel my hair! It's soft! Really!" Chris said ecstatically.
"Fine." I said as I took out my hand from the covers and placed it on his blond hair.
"Well, what do you know, it is soft." I said.
"Told you so! Hold on, I'll be right back!" he said excitedly leaving the room.
"Take your time Jericho." I answered as he closed the door.
"Next please." said the front desk in the hotel across the street.
"Hello there." Chris said as he stepped in. "Would you kindly do me a favor and feel my hair? It's soft." he said moving his head down to the man in front of him.
The man stared at Chris as if he just asked if his father was gay. He was wide-eyed and staring at Jericho. He couldn't say no to Chris. Finally, he spoke.
"Uh… sure." the hotel employee said uneasily as he raised up this arm and let it land on Chris's lush hair.
"Wow. You're right. It is sof-" But before he could finish his sentence, the Sexy Beast was out the door.
"That will be $14.90 sir." said the cashier at McDonalds. "Thank you and have a nice day. Next person in line please."
"Well hello." Chris said kindly.
"Welcome. How may I help you today?" the cashier asked.
"Oh no, I'm not hungry. I'm just wondering if you could feel my hair." Chris asked the young man behind the counter.
"Ok.." he said awkwardly as he moved in to feel Chris's hair.
"It's soft." he said.
"I know!" Chris said happily and running outside.
I saw Chris running towards my direction and I barely had him in my grasp and caught him almost running right past me.
"Dude! You have to stop making people touch your hair!" I told him trying to get him thinking straight.
"Why? It's soft! I need the whole world to know!" said Y2J.
"Chris, you know I love you and it's my job to help you." I told him.
"I love you too but I need everyone to feel my hair." he said seriously at me. I sighed. I put my hand on this hair one more time.
"Well, it is soft. What kind of shampoo do you use anyway?" I asked Chris.
"Why?" he asked back.
"Nevermind." I answered.
"OK, I'm going now.." Chris said trying to run away. I caught him again and tied him to a bicycle.
"No! Now no-one can feel my hair! Why? Why?" Chris cried in despair.
"Listen, I'll give you a hotdog if you don't run away." I said.
"DEAL!" He agreed happily with a gleam in his eyes.
Carefully, I untied Chris as he got up and rubbed at his arm. Then, I gave him a hotdog like I promised.
"Yipee!" He said happily as he sat back down and eating joyfully like a 5 year old with an ice-cream cone.
"Aww! You look so cute." I blurted out.
Chris heard me and got back up almost dropping his hotdog.
"I am not just cute! I am the sexy beast!" he said pointing at me.
"Ok, jeez.." I said raising my hands up.
Chris was happy with my reply and sat back down enjoying his hotdog.