Crazy ~ H.G.

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Ambra's POV

I was sitting on the couch, like a week later, with all the guys, and Hayes was trying to braid my nappy hair.

"Just cause its curly doesn't make it nappy" he said.

He was regretting it now.

First, he tried to brush it.

You can't brush curly hair!

Then he tried to tame its frizzy-mess.

Which made it worse.

Then he put hair spray in, hoping that'd work.

No. It only made it harder to braid.

He still refused to give up, took a hair tie, and began trying to braid it.

He was gonna give me a loose braid.

I don't do loose regular braids.

The only way my braids look good is if they're professionally done, in a tight braid, and took HOURS.

But, of course, I, with 14 years of experience, have no idea what I'm talking about.

"Why is your hair so-" he started and then yanked my head back and he was pulling my braid to make it turn out somewhat better.

"STOP" I yelled.

"Almost done" he whined.

"She's gonna punch you" Nash said, eating some chips while they watched TV.

"Shut up" he said, while focusing hard on getting my hair done faster.

I elbowed his stomach since I was sitting in front of him.

"OW!" He yelled.

"EXACTLY! NOW YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL!" I yelled.

He pulled my hair again.

"You did that on purpose!" I yelled.

"no I didn't" he said, I good tell by his voice he wanted to laugh.

"Asshole" I mumbled.

"I will pull out the brush again" he said.

"I will hurt you" I said.

"No you won't" he smiled.

I turned looked behind me at him.

"Wanna fucking go there?" I said.

"Nope, never mind, I'll be more gentle, jeez" he said.

I laughed and turned back forward.

"See what I mean? If that were me, I'd already have a broken arm!" J said.

"Wanna have a broken arm now?" I yelled.

"NO!" He yelled and looked away.

"Ok, and done" Hayes smiled.

"Lemme go look" I got up and went to the bathroom.

I screamed.

It looked horrible.

"YOU LOVE IT?" He yelled, sarcastically.

I walked out, taking the braid out, which took a full 10 minutes.

"Amazing" I finally sighed.

"Ok, let me try two braids" he said as I was sitting back down if front of him.

"NO!" I yelled.

He pouted. "Why not?"

"Because by tomorrow I'll have lost all my hair!" I yelled.

He put his head on my shoulder.

"I wanna dye your hair" he whispered.

I turned around and shoved him off the couch.

"Bitch what the fuck?" I yelled.

He laughed.

"There's something wrong with you, I swear" I said.

"Ok, I'll leave your hair alone, fine" he sighed.

"Thank you" I laughed as he sat behind me again.

After a few minutes he whispered "cam I do your makeup?"

I turned around and swung at him but he was expecting it and dodged it.

"DO MATT'S MAKEUP, DAMN!" I yelled.

"PLEASE!" He screamed, trying to be louder than me.

I just looked at him.

"Fine!" I groaned.

I sat on the ground and put my feet in the air.

"Drag me to my room" I laughed.

He nodded and drug me by my feet to my room.

"Ok, we're going all out, mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner, eyebrows, blush, foundation, this...um...it says bronzer, lip stick, gloss, liner."

He took out some eyeliner and began trying to use it as lipgloss on me.

I jumped back.

"Are you trying to make me look like a zombie?"

"No, this is lipgloss right?"

I face-palmed.

"What?" He laughed.

"That's eyeliner" I said.

"Oh, so this is lipgloss?" He said, holding up lipstick.

"That's lipstick. It sticks to your lips better" I laughed.

He went to my mirror and put it on, then tried desperately for the next ten minutes trying to get it off.

"Whatever. Ok, let's start with eyeshadow"

"Don't blind me" I groaned.

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