Author's note: Hey, this is my first proper fanfiction in a while so I appreciate you opening the link and taking a chance! Just a little one-shot, attempting humour. From Brennan's POV. I don't own anything to do with Bones.

And they all say I'm so socially stunted.

Okay, well, maybe I said that about myself too, but that's not the point.

Everyone thinks I have absolutely no idea. Angela makes blatant hints, Hodgins looks at me oddly and raises his eyebrows. Cam shoots stares at the back of my head when she thinks I'm concentrating on my work and sometimes opens her mouth as if to say something, only to close it again straight away. Booth, the gentleman that he is, never says a word but I catch him looking at me in the strangest ways. When we are driving in his car to a crime scene or wherever, I'll feel his eyes on me, raking over me like I'm a suspect he has dragged in for questioning. Zack, when he was around, wouldn't do any of that. In fact, I didn't think he even noticed. I guess he was the only one who didn't feel the same way as the others obviously did about me.

The heat in my cheeks always rises when I feel Booth's eyes on me but I never turn around and ask him what's wrong. To do so would be admitting something that I wasn't ready to admit. However, after Booth's little comment the other week, I knew something was going to have to change. I would have to face this issue face on. It was time to address the feelings the others quite clearly felt, especially Booth.

The fact is that I think nobody likes my hair.

And now although I know that sounds silly for me to admit, I do care somewhat about what my friends think of my appearance, especially when they are all so obvious about it. Especially that little comment Booth made, 'Nice bedhead, Bones,' or something along those lines.

Okay, so I know I had messy hair then, but that comment, combined with the actions of all my colleagues towards me, made me realise how clear it really was. They came to a peak when Booth comes into the lab with me and everyone is around us. The culmination of looks and hints made was enough to make me want to run out of there and straight into a salon.

So I'll ask Angela about it today. She will know where to go and what to do with it. Because I can see no other reason for everyone to be acting so oddly around me, especially Booth.

Because it has to be about my hair, right?

Author's note: Well, I hope you liked it. Just a little something I cooked up one bored Sunday evening. I'm trying to get back into writing stuff again, so I thought, gently does it...Anyway, please review and let me know if I should carry on trying to get back into writing or if I should run away and go live in a cave somewhere.