Room 409: Early Wednesday Morning
Blair plopped onto his bed and grabbed his hairbrush. He had gotten up early this morning to shower and use lots of conditioner on his hair after a night of getting his fingers stuck in some crazy tangles. It felt like he had too much hair and it was all over the place and he had been so close to sneaking down to Angel's room and taking advantage of his big brother's cache of hair products. He started running the brush through the curls slowly until he hit a tangle and then pulled a little bit harder.
And pulled.
And pulled.
And pulled.
Until his hairbrush was pulled out several feet in front of him with a thick chunk of hair stretched out with it. He stared at it for a minute dumbly and then let go.
"Ow."
And pulled.
And pulled.
And pulled.
Until his hairbrush was pulled out several feet in front of him with a thick chunk of hair stretched out with it. He stared at it for a minute dumbly and then let go.
"Ow."