"Nicole! You. Are. Going. To. Be. LATE!"
"Hold ON, Qui! I am trying to do my hair but I cannot seem to get this one strand..." I threw down my brush in frustration. Wheat coloured hair spilled down my shoulders. I looked into the small mirror hanging on the wall. Two sky blue eyes started back at me.
I huffed and walked out of the small bathroom to my bed where my brown boots lay, twirling my padawan braid as I did so. Qui Gon watched me with an amused look plastered to his face.

"Do you want me to do your hair?" Qui Gon offered with a mocking tone.
I picked up a boot and threw it at him. He grabbed the boot out of mid air and smirked. I looked away in frustration. Ever since I was a young girl,  he would made fun of me when I'm in my "perfectionist mode". I would always do something about it, maybe a bow staff to the face or something, but he would always come back with a stronger criticism.

I recovered the boot from Qui Gon with a single stretched finger and put it on, folding the top flap over so that the it wasn't stickig up over my knee.
Then I stood up, smoothing my tunic down as I did so.
"If I get in trouble about having my hair down..." I mumbled as I started to walk towards the door.

Qui Gon blocked my path with crossed arms.
"What, you'll blame me? Nicole, you're 14 years old. I'm sure the Council knows that you can do your own hair."
He playfully patted my head and turned me around, giving me a little push to the bathroom.

I crossed my own arms as I stumbled towards the sink, looking at him defensively. Even though he is 28, Qui Gon still acts like he is a child around me.

Qui Gon used the Force to pick up the fallen hairbrush. He held it out to me. I gave Qui Gon with a hard look as I grabbed the brush out of his hands.
He then moved to lean at the door frame. I looked down at the small brush. It was wooden, probably maple, with the Galactic Republic Symbol branded into the handle. I gave my bother another look. Then, with narrow eyes, I slowly handed the brush back.

"Do your magic..." I mumbled angrily. Qui Gon smile widened as he took the brush and stood up out of his lean position. He walked up benind me and grabbed my shoulders, positioning me in front of the mirror. I watched as Qui Gon softly grabbed my hair and whipped it up in a ponytail shape. Then, while brushing out the bumps, he took the hair tie off of the counter and slipped all of my blond-brown hair into it in one swift move. It looked so easy.

"Wow, that was..." I was at a loss of words as I rubbed my hands across the surface of my smooth hair.

"Is that to your liking, your Majesty?" Qui Gon said with a small bow.
I huffed and pushed past him, nose in the air. As I walked out of my room, I shouted back:
"Cmon now, slave. I don't want to be late because of you, again!"
Then I raced down the hall, leaving
Qui Gon in my dust.

"You are a strange one..." He laughed. He ran out the door as fast as he could, grabbing his lightsaber and turning the lights off as he did so.

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