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Riker:
"Don't cut too much!" You felt your heart pounding in your chest, as your boyfriend came closer to you holding onto a pair of scissors. "I don't want a bob, and I'm trusting you with this." Riker laughed, a laugh that did not make you feel any better. "I won't make it look too bad." "Riker, please!" He laughed even harder at that, "I promise [Y/N], you'll look great." You closed your eyes, and regretted ever agreeing to this, as the sound of scissors cutting hair filled your ears and you cringed. In the end though, you hair looked great, and Riker reminded you of that at every chance he got.
Ross:
"Almost done," Ross mumbled, as the scissors he was holding went around to the front of your face and cut where your bangs were. A few snips and he stood back to admire his work. "You actually look good!" You smiled at how happy he seemed to be with what he had done. "I didn't doubt you." "I did [Y/N], I don't know why you wanted me to cut it." You stood up, and kissed him on the cheek, "I trust you." You turned around to look in the mirror, and you too were surprised with how good it looked. "Well Ross, if your singing career doesn't work, you could always cut hair for a living," you joked.
Rocky:
"How did you get gum stuck in your hair?" Rocky asked, while also focusing as much as he could on only cutting those few strands. He loved your long hair, and did not want to mess it up too badly. You did not move even a little as you replied, not wanting to make Rocky mess up and cut what he shouldn't. "I fell asleep, and it just fell right out of my mouth. I cannot believe this happened." You heard the scissors chop the strands off, and you held your breath. "I'm done [Y/N], and I don't think you can even tell you fell asleep with gum in your mouth now." You nodded, and let out a sign of relief. Sure you count point right away where it was, but it did look hidden pretty well.
Ellington:
"It looks great," you lied, as you looked in the mirror. Ellington had tried his best, you knew that. His best though, sat on your head worst than anything you thought possibly could. It was shorter on one side than the other, and he had taken off much more than you thought he would. "No it doesn't [Y/N], I really messed up." You glanced at him, still trying to smile, though you wanted to scream. You did not know what to say though, and were glad when he continued on, "I think I should pay for you to go get it fixed." "I think you should," you nodded, because that was the easiest way for you to agree that it was not the best, without feeling bad. He had tried, and that alone meant a lot to you.
Ryland:
"[Y/N], why are we doing this again?" Ryland asked, as he stared down at your hair he was so scared to touch. "Because I really need a trim, and we're too busy to go anywhere else. I trust you, now cut it." He sighed, and with shaking hands began to trim the smallest amount, "I can't. I seriously can't [Y/N]. I know I don't want you to cut my hair, and I feel weird cutting yours." You looked back at him, and smiled softly, "No matter what you do to it, it'll be okay. It grows back." "Remember that please when you see it," Ryland mumbled, before he went back to taking off the smallest amount of hair he possibly could.
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