-1This is something new I'm trying out, inspired by the Kids chapter in 'Prompts'. If people like it, I'll write more… if they don't, I'll still write more xD

Pogue's Hair

The doorbell rang and a 12 year old Tyler ran down the stairs from his room to the front door, only to be blocked by his dad, who got there first.

"Dad! I wanted to answer it! It's Pogue! And he's been gone forever!" Tyler pouted, which made his dad chuckle and pet his hair.

"I beat you to it, sorry, son," Mr. Sims ruffled his son's hair and opened the door. Of course, it was Mr. Parry with his son… or at least Tyler thought it was Pogue.

"Who is that, dad?" Tyler asked softly from behind his father.

The boy standing in the doorway couldn't have been Pogue. Pogue always had a buzz-cut, he couldn't stand hair at the nape of his neck at all, but this boy… this boy had long hair that was past his ears and resting on his neck and it was wavy and nothing like how Pogue's hair should be.

"It's me, Tyler!" Pogue laughed, "Pogue, remember me? I wasn't gone that long."

Both of the Parry's were invited in and the adults left their sons in the front hallway, with, of course, a warning from Mr. Parry for Pogue to behave and not break anything.

"What's that stuff on your head?" Tyler asked, making a face.

"Hair, stupid," Pogue rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, "I let it grow. You like it?"

"It's… different," Tyler murmured, not sure if he liked it or not yet.

"Whatever, let's go play."

The day passed and, just like always, Pogue was allowed to spend the night.

Both boys were in pajamas and laying on Tyler's bed; Pogue had borrowed Tyler's Batman pajamas because at this age, both boys were still the same size.

They had been sent to bed almost an hour ago but they were 'too old' for bedtimes so they stayed up, even though they were both yawning by now.

Tyler was eyeing Pogue's hair through his sleep heavy eyes. He wanted to touch it for some reason, so he did without a second thought. His fingers tangled into Pogue's hair and ran through it. "I.. think I like it."

"I knew you'd get used to it," Pogue chuckled and tried to nuzzle his head into Tyler's hand. The feeling of him playing with his hair was making him drowsy but it felt nice and he didn't want it to stop. He'd never cut his hair again if Tyler kept playing with it like this.