His hair was always wild, as if he had just woken up and fought his way out of bed. Bedhead, they always called him, especially when it was the start of a rehearsal after school. By then he had gone hours without being able to comb his hair even once, and for a dress up day to raise money for a graduation he had dressed as Harry potter, and was recognisable immediately.
Most of the time he was able to take it as a joke, and didn't mind their teasing so much. it was kinda funny, and after all, he teased John about his shoelaces never being tied and how whenever he'd kick a football his shoe would come flying off with it as well...but still. Sometimes their teasing grew annoying, and he wanted to just tell them all to shut up. He couldn't help it, he had tried gels and waxes and they just didn't suit him. He hated those who could have a messy haircut and look good in it, he just looked unkept.
Maybe he didn't like being teased, or maybe he took it to heart a little more than everyone else seemed to take their teasing (because everyone got teased about something in their lives) because he also got teased about his height. He was in grade eleven, and yet most girls who were in year nine were taller than he was. He was short, very short for his age at about 5 foot even. Because he was teased for that, being teased by anything else reminded him of how short he was, and it only cut him deeper.
He shouldn't let it get to him, let it effect him, and he knew that. If he could help it, he would in an instant, because he felt like such a brat when he snapped and told someone to shut up for it. What could he do though? His hair was always messy and there didn't seem to be much he could do about it. He was short, and there was certainly nothing he could do about that...even though he deeply wanted to. It was plain enough to see that he would be passed over for hundreds of roles when he eventually started trying to make acting his profession, for the simple fact that he was too short to be believable. He would forever have to have the 'quirky' characters, even though all he could really act was something dramatic.
He hated it. It wasn't fair. He hated everything and himself so fucking much!
Although when he woke up, dazed in sleep until he felt someone shift against him, he smiled about it for the first time and meant it. Kim lent in and kissed him softly, neither of them minding about the morning breath. "Mornin' bedhead." she murmured sleepily, ruffling his hair further before she cuddled against his chest again. They'd fallen asleep on the sofa after staying up for most of the night, studying.
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025. Seven Deadly Sins --->