“…….Owwwww , ow, ow, ow, OWWWWWW!!!!” ______ screamed in irritation.
Arthur sighed and took another sip of his of Earl Grey. This could mean one thing: his wife was attempting to straighten her hair again.
“AAAAARRRGHH MY EAR!!”
He sighed again and sat his cup down on the coffee table. Honestly, he didn’t see what the big deal was. He loved ______’s hair just as it was. Why did she feel the need to straighten it? He leaned back in his chair and tilted his head towards the bathroom. “Need some help in there, love?” He projected loud enough to be heard over the sounds of utter chaos. “N-no! I’m fine! I’ll be out as soon as I get the ba- OW, DANG IT!!” Arthur chuckled lightly. She was just as stubborn as he was the time he tried to cook her breakfast on her birthday. He wondered if he had gotten all of the ‘scrambled eggs’ off of the windows…
Thirty minutes passed and Arthur felt himself becoming impatient. Today marked their second wedding anniversary and he was going to surprise her by taking to the book shop where they met ten years ago. “__________?” He called out. No answer. Just more grunts of frustration. “Oh, for heaven’s sake…” Arthur groaned as ran a hand through his straight, choppy, blonde locks. He uncrossed his legs and stood. “How on earth can someone spend three hours styling hair?” He muttered to himself as he made his way down the hall and to their small, half-sized bath.
“_________?” Arthur slowly opened the door noting that his wife could have that deadly heat-contraption in her hands and could burn herself again if startled. _______ was busy smoothing down stubborn strands of hair and unplugging the flat-iron from the socket. She whirled around smiling at him. “Finished!” She said triumphantly. Arthur couldn’t help but return the smile. She was absolutely adorable. Her personality was wild and unique as her thick, unruly, and curly hair. But now said hair was hanging down, framing her face nicely rather than in one of her elaborate hair dos that he had grown to love. _____ swayed slightly with her childish grin.
“Well, what do you think?”
“I think it’s beautiful as always, love. But why straighten it?”
“Eh, I wanted to try wearing it this way…”
________ shrugged and went back to putting all of her hair products away. That was another thing Arthur had grown accustomed to. The woman had at least seventy jars of some kind of goo, fifteen bottles of weird smelling sprays, and five different blow dryers and flat irons. “And I thought I was high maintenance.” He thought as he reminisced on his punk days where his hair was always five different colors. A sudden hug from ______ snapped him out of his thoughts. “Happy anniversary, Iggy!!” The man bristled a bit at the horrid nickname his stupid younger brother gave him. “Love, please don’t call me that.” He deadpanned as he wrapped his arms around her gently. His tone softened. “And happy anniversary to you, _________.”
“Arthur, where are we going?” _______ whined after being pulled to and fro to God knows where. She thought that losing one sense would amplify the others….but apparently that doesn’t apply if one is only blindfolded. “Be patient, _______. We’re almost there.” ________ puffed out her cheeks in a full-fledged pout. Arthur rolled his eyes and smiled. So adorable.
“And…we’re here!” Arthur said with light excitement as he took off the blindfold. _______ felt her eyes water as she stood in front of the old, quaint bookstore. “Aw, you remembered! “ She whispered quietly as she engulfed her husband in a tight hug. “Of course I would. That day changed my life…I thought it would be appropriate. “He said while placing a kiss on top of her head…. Then he could taste one of the many products _______ had smeared into her hair so it would cooperate with the flat iron. He gagged lightly. “Arthur? Is something wrong? ” _______ said muffled into his chest. “N-nothing, love.” He composed himself quickly. “Let’s go inside, yeah?” He opened the door for her and let her walk in. He followed but not before he felt a raindrop hit the top of his head. Arthur thought nothing of it.
The two spent an hour quietly laughing and talking about the first day they met inside the book store. Piles of books surrounded them as they sat in the middle of the fairytale/fantasy aisle. __________ giggled softly as she threw her hair over her right shoulder. “I never did apologize for dropping that encyclopedia on your foot. Sorry, Artie…” Arthur simply chuckled. “It’s quite alright. I wasn’t mad, though I did limp around for about a week.” They continued their laughter until an ear shattering thunder clap shook the little bookstore. “EEEK!” ___________ screeched as she found herself in Arthur’s lap, hugging the living daylights out of his head. Poor Arthur was faced with _______’s hair and that nauseating smell of a multitude of products topped off with the ‘eau du burnt hair’ funk left from the flat iron. “Love…” He began, muffled by his wife’s altered hair texture. “I can’t breathe…” _________ let him go and blushed. “Sorry…” She said sheepishly.
The couple stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in their clothes and began to collect the books they picked out to purchase. “It just had to rain…” ________ mumbled as she held a stack of books in her arms. “What’s wrong with that? I thought you loved rain?” He asked as they walked to the counter. _______blew out a sigh of disappointment. “I do love rain…but it’s going to wreck my hair! I spent so long on this….just for our anniversary…” She sat all the books on the counter for the cashier to begin scanning them. Arthur sighed and put his stack of books up there as well. “_______, I love your hair just the way God made it. It doesn’t matter to me how you wear it. Though, I am partial to your creative hair styles.” He smiled thoughtfully. “Besides, you use a significantly less amount of those products when you don’t use the hair straightener…”
“So, you’re saying my hair products cause pollution?”
“I hate to break up this cute moment but your total comes out to be $141.54.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.”
Arthur pulled out his credit card. There is no such thing as expensive when it comes to owning precious books.
Arthur and ________ ran to their home as fast as they could, shielding the books they had bought. The rain had let up considerably, but still it somehow managed to soak them completely before they could reach the door. Once inside, Arthur grabbed the bag of books his wife had and sat both bags by the door. They both began shedding their wet clothes and hurried upstairs to change into something dry. Once in pajamas, __________ walked into their full-sized bathroom from their bedroom to access the damage. “Yep…complete reversion. Oh look, here comes the shrinkage! Ay yi yi…” She sighed and sat on their bed with a look of defeat on her face. “________, I just adore your hair like that…” Arthur murmured softly as he hugged her from behind. _______ exhaled a giggle. Arthur smiled and caressed her tresses.
“It’s so soft. So very soft….” He breathed contently. Then the mood was ruined when the unthinkable happened.
“…You tried to run your fingers through my hair, didn’t you?”
“Your hand’s stuck, isn’t it?”
“Ok, let’s go untangle it before it gets worse. “
The couple slowly rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom, Arthur’s hand tangled in _______’s lovely, thick, (h/c) tresses.
“I love you…” Arthur said sheepishly.
“I love you too, Iggy.”