"It's so nice of you to have a home for birds right on your head," Brittany said, petting Jeremiah's hair.
"Brittany, we've gone over this, I don't house birds in my hair," Jeremiah spoke, smiling sweetly at the blonde.
"Oh yeah…" Brittany said, staring off into space, "Well, we're gonna have to change that."
Brittany grasped Jeremiah's hand and led him away from the GAP and toward the hair salon. After the traumatic experience of getting his haircut was over, Jeremiah lifted himself from the chair and turned to face Brittany.
"What do you think?" Jeremiah questioned, unsure of how to feel.
"I think I want some Taco Bell," the girl said, staring off to the left of Jeremiah.
"No, Brittany, I mean my hair," Jeremiah stated, pointing to his freshly cut hair.
"Oh," Brittany tilted her head up to look at the boy's face, "I think I'm in love with you, but the poor little birds lost their home," she said, reaching her hand up to stroke Jeremiah's hair.
"Oh, Brittany…" Jeremiah said, rolling his eyes, yet smiling at the girl.