“I am staying still,” Izzy huffed in a non-Izzy like way. She wasn’t used to others brushing her hair. She might have tried to get her brothers to do her hair once when they’d been younger, but since that hadn’t worked out, so she didn’t try it anymore. Now that Clary had offered to try, she wasn’t going to protest. And yet she wasn’t so sure this was a good idea after all.
“Have you ever brushed another girls hair?” Since Clary had grown up with Simon, she imagined not. Unless her mother had let her brush her hair. Sighing, Isabelle sat back and tried to relax. “Just don’t pull it. I know the knots can be bad, but it does hurt. There’s some of that detangling spray over there if you want to use that.”
Clary gave a little smile, nodding. “My mom let me brush hers. I used to braid it.” she replied. “You’rs is just a lot longer than mom’s.” she explained. She reached to grab the detangler, working her way through the long raven hair slowly, gently brushing out Izzy’s hair. “I wish I’d had a sister growing up.” she mused softly as she smoothed out her friend’s hair. “Older or younger, it never mattered. I asked Santa for a sister at Christmas one year.” she laughed at the silly memory, setting the brush down.
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