“I haven't forgotten about your hair,” she said, stifling a giggle.
After she filled the bowl with milk she watched as the honey drizzled from the bear shaped bottle. This is going to take forever, she thought.
“We should have heated it up first,” Hayden laughed.
“Where would we have done that?”
“Maybe in the teacher's lounge.”
“Um. No,” Tamara shook her head, “I think we've broken enough rules for one school year and I'm not sure that I can breathe without pissing off the faeries.”
“I'm sure, it's okay to breathe,” he chuckled.
“I hope so,” she said, bumping into him.
“Hey, don't make me spill it.”
“I don't think it would be possible to spill that stuff. It's moving so slow you'd have time to juggle it in between drops. Maybe you could like lean it against the side of the bowl until it starts coming out.”
“It's worth a shot,” Hayden nodded, “Do you think this is going to work?”
“I don't know for sure. I only had time to read like one paragraph of the book before the crow stole it,” Tamara admitted, “but I hope it works. If it doesn't I don't know what else we can do, besides moving to a different state and changing our names.”
“I don't know if that would work. Don't faeries have wings?”
“I was being sarcastic, but if it comes down to it, I might follow through.”
“Nah,” Hayden shook his head, “We'll figure something out.”
“If you want, today after school, I'm pretty sure I can fix your hair,” Tamara said, reaching out and touching a bright pink patch of Hayden's hair.
“As long as you promise not to turn it all pink,” Hayden laughed.
“I think it looks good on you, though,” she grinned.
Tamara felt a pair of tiny hands pressing against her shoulder blades. She dug in her heels and tried to reach the spot.
“You okay?”
Tamara couldn't answer, because it was taking all of her concentration not to be pushed forward, straight into Hayden. How the hell was a creature the size of a moth so damn strong? Tamara's foot slipped and she slammed forward into Hayden. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips against hers.
When the kiss broke Tamara turned away from him and mumbled, “Sorry.”
“You don't have to apologize for kissing a guy,” Hayden laughed.
“I know,” she nodded, “So where do you want to meet up to fix your hair? We can't do it at my place. It's my dad's day off.”
“It's my dad's day off too,” he laughed, “but he won't mind. Actually, he'll be thankful not to have to keep looking away every time I walk into the room, so he doesn't laugh.”
“What did you tell him happened?”
“I told him I thought my shampoo interacted badly with the new conditioner he bought.”
“He believed you?”
“He's a lawyer, not a scientist, so he's not sure it could happen, but he's also not sure it's impossible either,” Hayden laughed.
The bell sounded, but Tamara didn't move.