Yo, people! What's up? My cousin and I got the prompt "Vanity" and fifteen minutes, and this is my version. Enjoy! Oh, and there is an important message on the next chapter; remember, please! :)
Dawn groaned and fussed with her hair yet again. It was just not working. Today was a Monday morning, and true to the stereotype, nothing had gone correctly so far. First the alarm clock in the PokémonCenter wasn't working, and so she woke up an hour earlier than she had planned for. Then, her selected make-up case fell into the shower, ruining it all and staining the white tile floor. Dawn, dressed only in a towel, had to wash away all of the eyeshadow, and by then the water for her shower was cold. Then the blow-dryer wouldn't turn on, and her hair was super frizzy and tangled. Piplup and the others were still down after a nice long rest, so she literally had no one to help her with her hair. Then, she found out that she had broken her hairbrush and chipped a nail.
Not cool.
So there she was, dressed in a hot pink tee shirt and denim shorts, trying in vain to manage her long blue hair. And then there was a knock in the door, freezing Dawn in her tracks. But she couldn't ignore the knocking, right?
Dawn went up to the door and peeked through the little vantage point. There stood Brock! Oh. Well, that was okay. Dawn, smiling, opened the door. "Hey, Brock! What's up?"
"'Morning. I got someone who wants to say hello." The tall young man stepped aside, and Dawn's heart sunk to her feet and below. Brock only grinned slyly, saying, "I'll be downstairs. Bye, guys."
Dawn was too struck to answer him; her gaze was firmly fixed on Paul, who had closed her door and stepped in. "Um...hi," she finally managed.
"Hello."
Suddenly, Dawn remembered all that had happened that morning, especially her hair. And she shrieked, jumping up and spinning the boy around to face the door with a shocked expression, causing Paul to blink. The only reason she had even been able to move him was that she had completely surprised him.
"Don't look at me," she demanded, and Paul rolled his eyes. But inside he was feeling a little warm; she was dressed entirely different than normal and he didn't really mind, to be completely honest.
"And why not?" he countered, though he had a fairly good guess.
"I, er, ah, well..." She had grabbed her hairbrush and dampened it with water, frantically brushing her hair. Paul almost wanted to grin; he knew it.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"...Fixing my hair...," she admitted.
Paul turned around and appeared in the mirror, making Dawn cry out in surprise before he took the brush from her grip. Paul, not quite knowing what he himself was doing, carefully slid the brush through her hair, silently marveling at how silky it was. Dawn blinked at him in the mirror. "What...what are you doing?"
"I'm painting a picture," he deadpanned, sarcasm laced in his voice. Dawn blushed. "I meant why. And how did you learn to-"
"I'm doing something nice, so don't argue," he snapped. Dawn fell silent, and Paul sighed. "...My...my mom...My mom; she had really long hair..."
"Oh...I..." What was she supposed to say to that?
"Mom told me that I would need to know how, someday...I suppose she was right." The faintest of smirks touched his face, and Dawn giggled a little.
Paul finished and set the brush down on her counter, and Dawn noted that yes indeed, her hair was now shining and smooth. "Wow...I...thanks, Paul." It was pretty amazing how quickly Paul could change around a bad day for Dawn.
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