Trichophobia – the fear of hair.

Then trichophobia must've been Will's word of day, because every time Cornelia flinched her golden locks anywhere near Caleb, the redhead would cough very loudly, choking on whatever she was eating at the time (bad habit she must've caught from Irma, really).

Sure it was the hair she was allergic to.

No way it was the enchanted look in Caleb's eyes… no way it was the fact that it was enough for him to look at Cornelia's hair to get all swoony and drool over his breakfast.

So instead of considering the latter reason, Will decided she was allergic to blonde hair (not in any case blonde haired, no) and rather avoided the happy couple…

Sorry, but ewww… like they're married.

Though she really saw no difference, except for the fact that only the lack of marriage prevented them from producing massive amount of little Calebnia's or whatever their little, perfect blonde-haired and green-eyed daughters would be called.

Eww again.

So it was naturally a great surprise for Will when she saw Caleb alone, without any sign of unnatural drooling or random love-sparkles in his eyes. As the matter of fact, he looked quite normal, and that was the reason Will dared to say hi without fear that he would start attacking her with Cornelia-related questions… but she regretted it the very minute.

"Look, do you HONESTLY think I know her any better than you do? I barely even see Cornelia nowadays, if we're not counting the blatant and violent making-out between you and her that is going to leave some damaging mind-images…"

Realizing that she was rambling without even being told, she shut her mouth close as Caleb raised an eyebrow at her.

"Blatant? Violent? Do you seriously mind that much what people are doing with their own girlfriends in a perfectly free country?"

"Look, all I'm saying is, NO, I do not know what Cornelia expects of your relationship, except for the extravagantly huge house in the prestigious part of the city and you being her fan-servant. And no need to attack me…"

"…I attacked you? I wasn't the one to spy on you and Matt while you're doing god-knows-what…"

"SPYING? She was sitting in your lap in the seat next to mine! And it's not like you were really trying to hide it, either!"

"And you do have what to hide?" he asked loudly, showing any sort of interest for the first time. "Matt and you?"

Will took a step back. Okay, seriously, what?

"I never said that. No, wait, why are we even discussing this? Why are you suddenly interested in what I do with my boyfriend?"

"And why are YOU interested in my relationship with Cornelia?!" he retorted, pouting, and strangely flushed all of the sudden.

Will just let out an annoyed puff and left him on that stupid bench, wishing for Cornelia to just throttle him with her hair already.

Or something.

A/N

Uhm… I had troubles with Cornelia-chapter, so it's delayed. The title still stands though. And I think I somehow wrote Will and Caleb more IC than usual – tell me if I'm wrong though.

Don't you just LOVE how in "It resumes", Will and Caleb went from being pouting, bickering teenagers to that joy-gasmic exchange in the tunnels (And seriously, how come Caleb's never so cool with Cornelia? I love how Will always brings out the best in him. No really). Well, I didn't do that in this fic – and I know it looks like they hate each other. One answer: sexual frustration. Yessss.

So much for the C/W for this week. No Irma in this chapter; she holds the rights for the next one. She and Matt, that is.

Fun fact – this fic was actually supposed to be called "Phobia" (thus the weird title). But I realized it didn't quite describe what I wanted to say, so I gifted my new fic with that title (check it out! Pleases.) So the next chapter is called Hominophobia – the fear of men. Featuring the boy-crazy queen herself. Yes, Irma.

…don't you guys find it strange how they took Elyon's boy obsession from the comics and pasted it on second-season Irma?

Also, for those that didn't know it already… TRAGIC, HORRIBLE NEWS! Elyon/Caleb is now CANON in the comics! I will post the link in my profile soon.
… yes, I know, should've seen it coming, but now I have a hard time deciding what ship I hate more; Cornelia/Caleb or Elyon/Caleb.

That's the main reason why I uploaded this chapter early. Because I know – and I bet you know, too – that every evil in this world is the indirect fault of BLOND HAIR. Cornelia and Elyon did nothing to change my mind, anyway.

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