Changing Styles by StarSpray  

Changing Styles

“What did you do to your hair?”

Maglor had the audacity to look offended as he raised his hand to touch the uneven fringes. “It’s a mullet,” he said. “I thought it would be fun to try—”

“It’s hideous!”

“Oh come on, Daeron, it’s not that bad—”

“It is that bad—it’s worse than those stupid jeans you keep buying.” Left to himself, Daeron would have entirely ignored the fashions and trends that changed by the season or the decade—he could style himself however he liked and get away with it simply by being an eccentric but sought-after composer—but Maglor liked to make a game of trying the most outrageous things. The last few years, however, had been particularly egregious. The colors were obnoxious, and the hair— “You’re lucky it will grow out,” he said. 

“Could’ve been worse,” Maglor said cheerfully as he came to throw himself onto the couch. Daeron lifted his Walkman and his notebook out of the way just in time as Maglor rested his head on his lap. Already Daeron missed the long soft waves of his hair that this stupid haircut had all but gotten rid of. “It’ll grow out.”

“And in the meantime I have to look at it.”

“Grouch.” Maglor reached up to poke Daeron between the eyes before sitting up again. “Would it cheer you up if I told you I stopped at the new bakery down the street?”

“Depends on what you bought.”

“Cheesecake, obviously.” 

Daeron rolled his eyes, but got up to follow Maglor into the kitchen. “You only did it because you knew I’d hate the haircut.”

“Maybe. I also rented Clue, since we missed it in theaters.” 

“I still hate the haircut,” Daeron said. Maglor’s grin turned impish. “But maybe I can live with it.”