A is for Always a Meatball Head

Bunny Tuskino sat at the counter of the counter of the Crown Arcade, almost constantly tucking her hair behind her ear.

After finally having enough of Darien Shields teasing her about her 'Meatball' hairstyle she decided to leave it down. The long, golden blonde strands hung down to just above her knees, flowing around the petite girl like a cape woven out of gold threads.

"Wow."

Bunny looked up from her chocolate milk shake, a grin appearing on her face as she turned around on her stool to see Darien standing in the doorway of the arcade, a dumbfounded look on his face.

"What did you do to your hair, Meatball Head?" he asked, regaining himself as he made his way to sit at the stool next to hers.

"Hey," Bunny said unhappily. "No 'meatballs'. You can't call me 'Meatball Head' anymore." She exclaimed, crossing her arms as she glared up at him, her light blue eyes challenging him.

The dark haired teen reached across and tugged on her flaxen locks. "No can do, Meatball Head. You'll always be a Meatball Head, my Meatball Head." He countered smartly, midnight blue eyes meeting cornflower blue ones.

Bunny huffed as she rolled her eyes. "I will never understand you."