In It For the Long Run

Chapter 1.

Chapter 1.
Hi!! I'm writing an original story now, so it will probably even more shitty than my fanfictions, but I hope you enjoy it!! (Also ignore the fact that Ollie is bassically just Richie, that was an accident that I just ran with lmao)

I hear the rain tap lightly against the window pain, and feel tears form slowly in the corners of my eyes, while picking at my nails nervously.

I glance over at my desk, and see a pair of light blue scissors, and have the worst idea on the planet.

I stand up, and slowly walk over to my desk, picking up the scissors, examining them for a moment, before walking over to my mirror.

I hold the scissors up to my hair, trying to figure out how to cut it, when I hear a knock on my window. I turn around, and drop the scissors, running up to the window.

"Oliver?" I question, letting him in and wiping at a couple of tears about to fall. "Hi!" He said, fake smiling. "Got kicked out again?" I ask, worriedly. He nods. "Yeah, sorry Jens." He says, looking at his feet.

"Dude, don't say sorry. It's not your fault, and besides I like having you here. I'm alone when you're not. Also dont call me jens. Its jenny idiot." I tell him.

"Oh, thanks. And im still calling you jens" He smiles. "Shut up." I say back, annoyed standing around awkwardly for a moment.

"Ollie, can I ask a pretty big favor?"  I ask, nervously. "Yeah eds, you're letting me stay at your house, I litterally owe you a blowjob." He jokes. "Oliver!" I say, punching him in the shoulder. "Also I don't have a cock idiot." I joke, flicking him in the forehead.

"Yeah, whatever. Your imaginary cock. Anyway, what's the favor?" He asks. "Could you... could you cut my hair? Like, short short?" I ask, nervously.

"Yeah, I mean I can. Do you want me to?" He asks. "No I just wanted to see if you were capable." I say, sarcastically. He looks confused again. "Yes I want you to cut my hair!" I say again.

"Oh yeah. Sorry, my brains still fucked up from the last time I sucked your moms cock." He explains. "Oliver, it was messed up way before that." I joke.

"Maybe so. Now do you want me to cut your hair or not?" He asks. "Right." I say, picking up the scissors and handing them to him.

We walk over to the mirror. He's a good head taller than me, but I could still beat him up if I really wanted to.

"How short are we going?" He asks, brushing my hair through with his fingers. "I don't know, a little shorter than yours for sure." I tell him.

"Shorter than mine? Like a boy haircut?" He asks, confused. It didn't seem like he was upset about it, just confused.

"I mean- uh- I just- girls can have boy haircuts too!" I defend. I'm not really sure why I want a boy haircut either, all I know is I really, really want one.

"Chill, I'm not a cop." He says, still focusing on my hair. "You want a boy haircut, you get a boy haircut." He explains.

"It's not a boy haircut! But thanks. I appreciate it." I tell him, trying not to smile. "Got it. Not a boy haircut." He jokes.

"You ready for me to cut it?" He asks, holding the scissors up. "Yup." I say, closing my eyes. I'm absolutely terrified he's gonna fuck this up, but he's better at hair than me, so what the fuck do I know.

I hear the scissors cut off a chunk of my hair, which goes all the way down to my waist. I feel like I should be nervous about chopping all of my hair off, but I'm more just relieved.

A few minutes of Ollie hacking away, and me keeping my eyes closed in silence, he speaks up. "Done. I kinda fucked it up, but it'll be fine." He said.

"I swear to God if it's a bowl-cut I will strangle you." I say, slowly opening my eyes.