BECAUSE LESTER IS MY LITTLE GAP TOOTHED KING (I'm a little gap toothed,i considered braces, but idk)
"How do I look?" Lester asked his brothers, Vincent rubbing his chin. "You look... I mean...Hell, you look how you always do." Said Bo. "No, I mean, do I look date worthy?" He asked, twirling around in his our fit. He was wearing a jean material baseball cap, blue buffalo plaid long-sleeved button down like a jacket, a tight-fit white tank top, light blue bootcut jeans, and dark brown combat boots.
"Oh, a date?" "Yes! You remember Miss [Name], right?" He asked. "Yeah, she's the one you met when her tire busted on the side of the road." Said Bo. Vincent tilted his head a little, Bo and Vincent giving each other a look. "Lose the hat. It looks tacky." Said Bo.
"But I always wear a hat." Lester stated. "This is a date, dumbass. Who the hell shows up in a jean hat?" Bo asked. "I guess you're right." Said Lester, giving him the hat. His hair was scruffy like a mangy dog with a few pointy and sharp strands of hair.
"Dear God." Bo uttered. "Maybe we should do something about your hair. Vince, go get me a comb, a brush, and some gel." Vincent nodded, heading upstairs.
Upon his return, Lester was sitting on the couch, Bo standing behind him. Vincent handed him the ingredients. "Thanks." He said, Vincent nodding. "Ow!" Lester yelled as Bo aggressively brushed his hair. Bo continued to strongly rip through his hair with the brush. "Ow!" He yelled again.
"Would you shut up?" Bo asked, audibly irritated. "How am I supposed to be quiet when you keep tryna kill me?!" Said Lester in defense. "You're such a baby. I'm not trying to kill you." Said Bo, rolling his eyes. "Then why are you being so aggressive?!" Lester asked. "That's how I do my hair." Bo answered.
"Why can't you just let Vincent do it?" He asked. "And why who would I do that?" Bo asked. "Well, for starters, his hair is far longer, so he clearly has a better, gentler way of doing it." Lester argued.
"Fine. Vince, would you do it for him?" Bo asked. Vincent nodded.Lester was right. Vincent's way of doing hair was definitely more soothing acne caused a lot less conflict. Once he was finished, Vincent backed up, admiring his work.
Wow, Vincent can paint, sculpt, and do hair.
Bo smiled, putting his hand on Vincent's back. "Our little brother's finally going on a date." Bo said, a smiling hardly at Lester. "SHIT!" Lester yelled. "It's my first date, and I'm all already two minutes late." He says. "Well, ya better hurry." Said Bo, rushing his brother out of the door. "Bye!" Lester yelled. He hopped into his truck, pulling off.
Bo sighed. "Now what?" Vincent shrugged his shoulders. "You hungry?" Bo asked, Vincent nodding. "Wanna make some burgers?" Vincent nodded once again. "Okay, you start the stove. I'm gonna go get my apron."
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You wish this was you, huh? ( slasher headcanons & oneshots )
Storie d'amoreFor Lonely readers willing to marry, worship, and devote their existence to fictional serial killers who would mercilessly rip their lungs out with no second thought. ( I wish someone could go to therapy for me). Some parts of this book have been de...