“She drives me insane!” Ashley shouted, kicking her couch. “Motherfuck!” Ashley screamed, hopping around on her uninjured foot, glaring at the offending item.

Delilah watched her girlfriend throw a tantrum like a little kid. They were on video call, and the brunette’s actions were greatly amusing her. “What did the couch ever do to you, A?” Delilah giggled.

“It’s not funny, Lyle,” Ashley pouted, slumping down onto the couch. Her MacBook was hooked up to her TV, making Delilah almost life-sized. Ashley liked to pretend they were sitting face-to-face instead of being separated by a couple of time zones.

Delilah nodded sympathetically. “Bad couch!”

“Oh, don’t patronize me. I’m serious, Delilah. Spencer is driving me crazy,” Ashley whined.

“Okay, okay,” Delilah threw her hands up. “Rant away, bébé.”

“I don’t want to talk about her anymore,” Ashley sulked.

“I don’t know what to do with you, A! You’re like a child,” Delilah laughed.

Ashley laughed along. Delilah’s laugh was infectious. It made Ashley happy just to see her smile. That was how crazy she is about the other girl. Ashley looked closely at Delilah’s image on her TV. Something was different, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it yet. And then, suddenly, she saw it. “You changed your hair!” Ashley gasped, pointing.

Delilah rolled her eyes. “We’ve been talking for almost two hours, A. You just noticed?” Delilah’s hair was short, cut into a platinum blonde faux-hawk.

“I’m sorry, I was distracted. You look really sexy, Lyle,” Ashley said, drooling. “I wish I could touch it…”

“You’re a little strange, bébé.”

“I know. Turn your head to the side.”

Delilah gave Ashley a funny look, before turning to show Ashley her profile. “Like this?”

“I can see your scalp,” Ashley mumbled, fascinated. Delilah stared at her girlfriend, speechless. “I know, I know, I’m a little weird.”

“But I still love you. You’re my very own weirdo,” Delilah smiled. “So what are you going to do with Spencer?”

“I thought we were over that!” Ashley whined.

“A, you spent two hours talking about this girl and you didn’t even notice that my stylist chopped off about twenty inches of my hair and dyed whatever that survived that massacre white. That’s not normal!”