The Hair Catastrophe of 2023
Maya's hair had betrayed her. That was the only explanation for the disastrous fringe situation happening on her forehead. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the flat iron this morning, but humidity had other plans. Now she stood at the edge of the Kennedy's pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline, watching everyone else splash around like they'd been born in chlorinated water.
"You coming in or what?" Jake called from the middle of the pool. His wet hair plastered perfectly to his forehead, because of course it did.
"Yeah, just... gotta do something," Maya mumbled, backing away slowly.
She escaped to the kitchen, where her cousin Chloe was aggressively texting someone. "You look like you're about to commit a felony," Chloe noted without looking up.
"My hair is a pyramid scheme," Maya groaned. "It promised me sleek and cute, but delivered this." She gestured at her head.
Chloe snorted. "First of all, that metaphor doesn't work. Second, nobody cares. You think Jake is analyzing your hair while he's busy showing off for Jessica?"
That's when Maya noticed it — the pyramid-shaped iPhone pyramid forming on the kitchen counter, like six cousins were all exchanging Airdropped photos at once. And there was Jake's name in Chloe's messages, asking if Maya was coming back outside.
"Wait, he asked about me?"
"Chill, Maya," Chloe rolled her eyes. "You're overthinking everything. Jake's been trying to talk to you all summer. The hair situation? That's all in your head."
The water rippled outside as someone did a cannonball. Maya's reflection in the sliding glass door showed her wild, impossible hair — and something else. A smile, maybe. Or at least the start of one.
"Fine," Maya said, dropping her towel on the counter. "But if anyone says anything about my hair, I'm blaming you."
"Deal." Chloe grinned. "Now go live your best life or whatever the kids say these days."
Maya walked toward the pool, hair still messy but suddenly not caring so much. The water sparkled under the party lights, and Jake was waiting, and maybe that was enough.