Five year old Skylar Coulson smiled snuggly at her work. She looked down at her BFF Gunnar Flint Barton whom now had hot pink highlights. She giggled as she put the hot pink sharpie back into her pocket. She his behind a chair and watched as Flint started waking up. He groaned quietly and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

Flint pouted when he couldn't find Skylar, "Frwend?" He called. Sky wouldn't ditch me? Would she? he thought, frowning.

Skylar couldn't hold in her laughter anymore and stumbled out from behind the chair laughing. Flint looked at her and frowned in confusion. Skylar grinned and dragged her friend to the mirror. She giggled as she watched Flint and he just laughed when he saw himself.

After about a half an hour later Flint was able to wash the pink out of his hair. He took a blue sharpie and walked over to Skylar. "Ready?" asked Flint. Grinning when she nodded, Flint took the marker and highlighted her hair.

Later that night, after the two went home, Skylar asked Phil to give her blue nightlights and Flint went home and asked his mother Natasha to give him highlights in the color pink. And they did.