Streetlife

66 - Hair Talks

STEF POV

"So why don't you open your own shop?" I ask Tess as we are sharing a joint between us as she starts to mix the dye for my hair, giving me super blonde highlights that I damn sure didn't know how to do myself.

We have the extra fan blowing on us as well considering the bathroom is one of the hottest fucking rooms in Julius' apartment, cuz God forbid he let anyone else use his fucking room with the AC. Callie has since laid down after I calmed her from wanting to kill Julius cuz I told her it wasn't worth it, but I have to admit she was so fucking cute when she was pissed off.

"Eh, got caught up in other shit, ya know." She says as she hands me the joint back and I nod my head taking a puff. 

"Yeah, I get it. But you seem pretty talented and with a good head on your shoulders. Like you don't take any fucking shit." I say as she finishes mixing the dye and looks at me laughing.

Tess, from what I could see was honestly really cool, and I liked hanging with her and I was damn grateful I bumped into her on my way back to Julius'. She really did have my ass laughing when I told her what happened at the restaurant and how I had gotten fired. I almost felt bad for being so rude when I first met her, and I did feel terrible she couldn't stay off drugs, much like my brother.

"Yeah, you seeing me when I'm clean. When I'm high and on a fucking binge I ain't shit, girl. Believe that." Tess says as she begins selecting pieces of my hair.

"Eh, I doubt that. Drugs is just a fucking monster when you get hooked on it and shit.  Least you stopped." I look at her in the little dingy mirror she brought from her room.

"Yeah, I'm trying. Hoping to save money up and get the fuck outta here." She says as she starts to comb my long hair as I'm sitting on one of Julius' stools and prop my feet up on the sink as I'm stripped down to my underwear and tank. "Damn, you got beautiful hair. You sure you want highlights? I mean Callie's right, people would kill for this fucking color."

"Just a few streaks is cool. Whatever the fuck you think is best." I puff the joint again as I feel her continue to comb through my hair a little more. "The city is cool though, you hate it?"

"I'm over it. Been here all my damn life. I mean I'm from the Bronx."

"I don't know that area. Is it around here?" I puff my joint as the smoke circles around us.

"Nah. Uptown. Well, it's a different area of New York City. You can take a subway there. Honestly,  I'm thinking maybe I move on a farm or some shit.  Or Callie is forever talking about California. That girl got a whole book of postcards with different images of California on it. I mean I get it, nobody wanna hook forever. But you know make myself a little life." I hand her the joint again as she takes a toke and I nod.

"I get that. And you could. You seem pretty fucking bad ass if you ask me."

"Girl, that's the impression my ass tries to give!" She laughs as she hands me the joint back as I grin at her and take a long ass drag of it. "Shit, that stuff feels good."

"Don't it? I wish we didn't have to work. Or if we did, it was just shit we wanted to do and could make our own fucking hours and shit. This working shit is for the fucking birds." I roll my eyes as I finish the joint.

"Don't I fucking know it." She says as she begins to apply foil to my strands of my hair. "You know when you a kid and shit, you got shit planned out. Well for the most part and all you wanna make sure is you not like your parents!"

"Ha! Fuck, who you telling? Shit. If anyone ever told me I was like my mother or father I'd just jump out that window right over there. Id' even let your ass push me out!" I sigh as she begins applying the dye to a strand of my hair.