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Those New Feelings
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They turn red when they're angry, green when they lie, yellow when they're scared, orange when they get excited or happy and pink when they feel love, and blue when they're sad – I found out this from natural
Ch.1 The broken Hair Tie
Tip's POV
I grabbed my hair tie, tying it to my hair in my bathroom. Oh now lived with us which was pretty cool. It was like a slumber party every night!
Ugh, this hair tie just doesn't-
It broke. My hair tie just broke!
"UGH!" I yelled, smacking my hands back down on the sink and giving death glares to the broken hair tie. Oh, of course, was just walking by the bathroom.
"Hey are you okay, I heard a sound of distress, closeness to anger."
Dang his face is so innocent.
I laughed at myself now; it was just a hair tie they'd make more.
"What's so funny? "Oh questioned,
"I didn't say anything to the funny." He clarified.
Still innocent.
"Its fine Oh, I guess I just reacted kind of weirdly to a broken hair tie, and well," I shrugged
"This is the last one." Oh's eyebrows rose knowing he was about to learn something new.
"Is that the thing you tie your hair with?" He pointed to the hair tie now broken in the sink with bits of my hair in it.
"Yea," I grunted ripping the hair off it then throwing the useless thing back in the sink.
"But it's not broken, it's still a string to tie your hair up in, see?" Oh grabbed the hair tie from the sink tying it into a knot then untying it, and holding it up proudly like he was some Einstein. I chuckled briefly,
"Sorry Oh, it doesn't work that way." Oh looked down at the ground and shrugged and looked up at me,
"We'll have you tried?" I stared at the ceiling, dragging a hand down my face,
"No Oh I haven't but it won't work." He shrugged again like before,
"Well how you do knows?" I stared down at him,
"Have you seen my hair? It's way too thick!" He shrugged again,
"So? Just let my try," I cocked an eyebrow at him, I was definitely not going to give in,
"Please…" Ok I gave in,
"Fine."
I put the toilet seat down and sat, while he was behind me.
I'm really going to regret this.
Oh's POV
I grabbed a brush raking her hair back until I heard her wince,
"Use a comb please."
"Sorry, sorry."
I grabbed the comb and kissed the spot I hurt, then realizing what I did, but decided to comb through like I did nothing, but soon this death silence was getting to me, and I was in realizing I may have stepped over the boundaries…
"Is the comb better?" I asked, hoping to at least get an answer out of her, besides I couldn't even see her facial reaction. All I got was:
"…Uhh, yea…. Thanks," I nodded even though she couldn't even know I was,
"You're … umm … welcome." By now you would think I had completed combing and was ready to test my theory, but NOOaoooo. I had been combing in the same place this whole time because I was so dumb founded with my actions. It was like I couldn't control my own emotions. It was like how I reacted to music, is this just my unnecessary actions to *gulp* love? Did my thoughts just say that…. Do I love Tip? Is that even possible? I hurrily combed in other places in her hair bringing it to one spot, like I've seen Tip do before. Grabbed the hair tie and tied it four times, it worked. It had actually worked at two knots but I just tied more.
"Well, I'm done." I said and then I left, without a word… I couldn't face that anger that was probably ready to hit me in the face, with either the comb, brush, or her own hand. But as I walked away from the bathroom, I heard one tiny sniff.
Good job I made her cry.
But instead of going to apologize to my friend, or perhaps just play innocent and act like the clueless boov I was, I continued walking down the hallway, pretending like I didn't hear it. I saw the window in the living room and realized how late it was,
"Tip, Oh, time for bed, *yawn*, goodnight!" Tip's mom wasn't near the living room, since she was already heading upstairs to her room and I was thankful for that, but what I couldn't stand was that our beds are in the same room. I hurrily continued down the hall to our bedroom and jumped into my blue and purple bed, covering my head with the covers.
Get ready for the tip monster.
Tip's POV
I didn't know what to do, I continued thinking about what had just happened: He just kissed my head, then he left saying he was done, there was no innocent Oh saying that he proved me wrong about the hair, he obviously knew what he did, and I knew how naïve I was to all of this. Then my mom said it was time for bed and I heard her footsteps on the stairs. I sighed at myself, finally getting up and looking in the mirror, examining my hair. He did a pretty good job, especially for someone who's never touched hair before. My hand held my head in realization that we share the same room, and sooner or later, I would have to go to bed. I weighed my options and decided I had to go now, to pretend like it didn't affect me. But I knew it did, to both of us, and it would probably greatly affect our relationship.
Just because of a single hair tie.
I went out of the bathroom and down the hallway and opened the door and shut it behind me leaning on it for a second seeing Oh on his bed, laying on his side, turned away from me a cover over his head. I nodded,
"Yep," I whispered, he definitely didn't want to face our problem, and neither did I. Going to my bed and on the other side of my bed which he couldn't see my legs there was a closet; I grabbed my pajamas and then basically lay on the floor, hating myself for not telling him. I might be young, but I've seen plenty of this world. I loved him.
Stupid, stupid, I'm so stupid.