dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Fifty-Six: Happy Birthday To Everyone

Chapter Fifty-Six: Happy Birthday To Everyone.

"Bet I can make my mohawk better than yours." Vic tease, flicking water at my face. I scrunched my eyes, making sure the water didn't get in my eyes, before glaring at him.

"You wanna try me, buddy." I grabbed the bottle of shampoo, as he glared back at me, with a small smirk on his face, as he grabbed his own shampoo bottle.

"Start making your mohawk on the count of three. One. Two. Three!" We both pored shampoo onto our hands before working it through our own hairs, pulling all the hair to the top of our heads. I realised my disadvantage of my much longer hair, and although his was long, it was still better Mohawk material. Using both my hands to smooth it out, keeping my head away from the running water coming from the shower head, I grinned at Vic.

"Done." I stated, probably looking ridiculous. Surely not as ridiculous as Vic looked right now. All his hair was gathered in a neat thin line on the top of his head. He gave me an award wining grin.

"I look incredible don't I?" He placed his hands on his hips, posing. I burst out in a fit of giggles, my hand over my mouth.

"I'm sure I totally look better." I struck my own pose, which cause Vic to start laughing with me.

"I'm finally metal." He gasped, before giving me the Devils horn and then decided it would be smart to head bang, causing shampoo to fly everywhere. I squeal, protecting my eyes.

"Vic! You're gonna get shampoo everywhere, I only clean the shower a day ago." Vic's stopped, and I peaked between my fingers, to see his hair was sticking out on weird angles, looking even more stupid than before. My laughter returned harder this time, my hand clutching my stomach, and it felt weird feeling all the muscle contesting under it. Vic crossed his arms

"You're being mean again." He huffed, with a grumpy look, which made my laughter pick up, to the point it was silent. He glared at me, before I pouted, before reaching up and placing my hand on his cheek.

"Aww, poor baby." I cooed, as he scrunched his nose up at me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, pushing my back into the flow of water, as I let out a small scream. I closed my eyes quickly, to avoid shampoo in my eyes. Water was dribbling all over my face and slipping into my mouth, as I couldn't stop laughing.

"No! Not my beautiful hair." I whined, grabbing his arms, trying to pry them off me. I gave up, because his arms were too strong, and he stood and laughed, as I tried to wipe the water from my eyes. He let me go, and I stepped forward a little, the water still pouring down my back, but my face out of it. I pointed at his hair.

"It's your turn, you can't leave the shampoo in for too long, it'll dry out your hair." I pointed out, before he sighed with a smile and nodded, before swapping places with me and stood under the shower head. I reached up, scrubbing the shampoo out of his hair for him, getting the parts at the back he can't reach.

"Do you mind helping me put conditioner in my hair, it's hard to reach the ends of it." He just simple nodded, as I handed him the conditioner. He poured some onto his hands, before running it all through my hair, making sure to get the ends of it.

"So, you know the plan for today?" I asked, as his knuckles brushed my spine, as he gently coated my hair in conditioner. He then turned me around, making my hair go under the stream of water. He gave me a smile, as he rubbed his fingers through my hair, bending down to peck me on the nose.

"Of corse I do, you've told me like fifty times now. I'm just hoping it doesn't give your family a heart attack. Is all of your family going to be there?" I shook my head, using my own hands to gets some of the conditioner out.