(Tom's POV)
"Why are you wearing that hat?" I ask, staring at the fedora on my boyfriend's head.
"Because I want to!" Lewis shoots back. I narrow my eyes. Consider me unconvinced.
"Why?"
"Because I look awesome in it." I laugh.
"You're gonna need a better story."
"Okay then… It's one of my inventions!"
"I thought you weren't doing another hat invention ever since the whole Dory episode…"
"Well this hat his different!"
"How?"
"… Just drop it, Tom. I want to wear this hat today, and there's nothing you can do about it!" I knock the hat off before he could react.
"…" I stare.
"…" Lewis gulps.
"…" I laugh. "What! (Snicker) Did you do! (Guffaw) To your hair! (Gut- busting)
"Franny made me do it!" His hair was flat and so… proper. He looked like high-class rich kid in a private school.
"You let her have control over you?" The laughter continues as Lewis starts looking pissed.
"Last time I checked, I was supposed to be doing my best to make the relationship work!" He crosses his arms. "And so when she said I better cut my hair or else, I did it." If I could stop laughing, I'd answer. "Stop that!" I waved him off. "Now!" I double over. "Tom!..." Nope. "I hate you." He walks away, leaving me there on my knees, tears in my eyes.
"His hair!…"