A rather bad drabble, if you ask me. Wrote it in five minutes, I think. But it was on my mind while I was watching two kids yanking each other's hair while I was at the hospital earlier today, and I couldn't get the idea out ever since.

Well, this needs an update anyway. xDD;;

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25. Y – Yank

“Why do little boys like to tug at little girl’s ponytails?”

Natasha’s question catches Sam off guard. He raises an eyebrow in response.

She sighs in exasperation before replying. “You know what I mean. I bet you did it too when you were a kid.” A pause. “Is it because you’re just jealous of our longer hair?”

Again, Sam raises an eyebrow, this time in confusion. “What’s with the issue all of a sudden anyway?”

Natasha nudges her head towards a guy sitting three tables away. “That guy there? He used to yank at my hair when we were kids. He probably doesn’t remember be though.”

“Want me to yank at his hair for you then?”

Sam loves it when she laughs in response. “No, don’t. He was my first ever boyfriend. Made kindergarden much more interesting.”

Now Sam is intrigued. “You had a boyfriend when you were five?”

“Four, actually,” Natasha corrects him. She laughs again, probably at a memory or two, but Sam decides that maybe now’s not the time to ask. He didn’t want to interrupt her good mood, not after she’s been crying the past few days over yet another ex-boyfriend.

He still makes a mental note to yank the guy’s hair later though. You know, just in case.