Strawberry Headband Novels & Stories

We are face-to-face now. Smiling, I took what he bought like a headband made of fabric and put it on his head. In order to put something on the face, our hair is not in the way. We both have headbands, my headband design is like a pink bear and hers is a panda design. Because he bought two like that, we got one each. "You're cute," I said blushing. When I said that I felt like I was thrilled. Dame! "Really?" The smile on his lips immediately grew as he said this.

Then I noticed his ears turned red. He rummaged through the locker and handed me a black headband without looking at me. Rowan is weird. "Thanks," I said, and I wore the headband underneath my bangs. I sighed in relief because it perfectly covered the crystal on my forehead. So I'm not worried anymore if my bangs swayed during the fight later. "Are you okay, Rowan? Your cheeks flushed..." I asked when he glanced at me. "Huh? Oh, I'm fine! Don't mind me." he said while scratching his nape. He spun around. "Let's go!"

She’d already love me. The crowd pressed in thick. Holding hands wasn’t optional. A few times I slid an arm around her shoulder, pulling her against me when people jostled too close. Perfect. She slowed near a stall where headbands hung in rows. Cat ears, bunny ears, all kinds. I picked a brown pair of kitty ears and set them on her head. “A kitty,” I said with a grin. “Suits you.” Her hand lifted, but I caught it. “No? You’d rather be a bunny? A mouse?”

Chloe’s would sparkle and shine, and Grace’s would be a tribute to spring in floral hues. Soon enough, I was on the floor surrounded by little scraps of expensive fabrics bought at a discount as odds and ends. I chose a stretchy silver lame as the base for Chloe’s headband and a pleated green on elastic for Grace. Then I started to cut out little stars and long strips to make roses. “Are you mending something?” the all-too-familiar voice asked me, making me start slightly.

Alex's hand went to hand me a gift "Happy Birthday Bea" I glanced at him then looked at the gift in his hands, I slowly held it and rested it on my lap. my hands started to pull the ribbon and open the box, inside was a dress and a pearl headband. "I found a boutique here where they make custom design dresses so I ordered one for you, the headband is from the rest of my friends back in the mansion" "Thank you, please relay it to your friends too" I wore the pearl headband on my head "How odd, why does this headband feel a bit heavy? these are not real pearls is it?"

Each crystal was a different shape and length, obviously natural, and spaced up against one another, perpendicular to the band. Her fingertips ran along the crystals, tracing the silver tree-like branches that wove across the crystals, as if it grew over them, to the center that boasted a silver crescent moon. Interlaced silver branches shaped the moon, much like the ones across the entire length of the headband. Jack’s hands took the headband from her, to place it upon her head. Claire instinctively straightened in her seat and raised her eyes to meet Jack’s. It felt like an invisible weight had been placed on her shoulders; one she wasn’t prepared for. She took in a deep breath and shakily

It was the fourth time today she took of her headband and threw it on the floor and then have this look in her eye when she looked down on it and at me, like she was telling me to pick it up for her so that she can throw it on the floor again. I kissed on her bundled curly dark brown locks as I adjusted the headband on her head again. Red and white were definitely her colors, she looked so adorable in her Minnie mouse printed tee and her red, white dotted skirt and white leggings, then of course her black with a red bow tie headband she tried to pull off every chance she got.

It’s like Grandma is whispering something to his ears that Mike chuckles loudly then says, “Oh, good one Grandma.” I continued to walk to save a seat for them and after doing it, I sat and waited for everyone to take their seat too. I cleared my throat when I noticed a black skinned old lady wearing a white exquisite pearled malong looking at me as she walks barefoot closer to the long table. I tried to make myself look busy, I untied the bun Mike had made my hair into and hand combed it so I could turn it into a centipede hairstyle but the old lady came saying, “So who’s the lucky guy?” she said with an evil smile on her face. I felt awkward to feel her presence and looked at her nervously.

The air was filled with pulsating beats and the hushed whispers of covert conversations. As we moved, I took a moment to glance at Barra. She was already in the attire of her trade, a daring ensemble that left little to the imagination. Her silver lingerie sparkled under the neon lights, complementing her curled blonde hair and the vibrant makeup that adorned her face. A cute bunny headband perched on her head added an unexpected touch of innocence to the overall daring look. She looked dazzling, captivating the attention of anyone who crossed her path.

I'd been wearing it nonstop since the club night in Canada where I had pulled it from Gianna's hair during our make-out session. I planned to take another of hers at her father's party but then, she was too quick to take it from me. At least then, she was in her right senses. "What can you use a band to make?" I ask, looking away from the band. "A band?" "Yes." I thought to show him but decided otherwise. "Those small thick colorful bands for hair packing." "Oh, that. I'm not quite sure. Maybe a wristband or. . ." He thinks for a while and shakes his head. "I'm not quite sure."