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(Not good…Sorry I haven't answered)
He pulls in and hops out.
(Not good…Sorry I haven't answered)
He pulls in and hops out.
(Oh, bro, I’m sorry 😞 hope you feel better)
Eden smiled, “Do you want to come in and wait?”
(I'll be fine)
"I don't mind coming in for a few minutes."
“Cool, come on.” Eden opened up the door, letting him in. She made a bee line to her bedroom. “You can just sit wherever, snack if you so wish,” she called as she made her way down the hall.
"Thanks…" He wasn't used to talking this much so his voice cracked.
Eden noticed the voice crack, but she didn’t know if she should acknowledge it or not. She was changing clothes as she debated whether or not it would be better to address it or not to make a big deal out of it.
Jack sits on the couch and waits for her.
She pops out after changing clothes, brushing her hair. She just came out so he wasn’t sitting out there alone.
Jack coughs and smiles. 'Cute' he typed.
Eden shuffled over to read, blushing. “Mmhm hm,” she chuckled. She sat down on the coffee table across from him, all the while brushing the gross knots out of her hair. She was wearing some black band t-shirt from his school. Her jeans were black, too. Oh my god, she thought, I look like a scene kid.
Jack sneezes quietly. "…"
“Bless you.” She made an over exaggerated sign of the cross over him. “You sick or something?” She joked.
'No. I'm not sick.' He laughs.
(Here…Somehow…)
(Do you keep deleting your accounts)
(I'll explain later.)
(Okay)
Eden laughed, “Good. I’d hate for you to be sick.” She finished brushing her hair, now wondering what to do with it. “Up or down?” She asked him.
'I have an idea. May I help?'
“Yeah, sure.” She was surprised that he wanted to do it himself. She assumed he didn’t know how to do hair, and that was only because he’s a guy. That’s what you get for submitting to your gender bias, she thought.
He stands behind her and puts her hair in a bun leaving her bangs out. 'There!' He smiles happily.
She goes over to the mirror. A nicely done, aesthetic messy bun. “Cute. Where’d you learn to do hair?” She asked, walking back over to him.
'I did it for my mom before she died.'
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