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Chapter 7

It was after 11 now, and I was sitting in the living room watching TV with Vic. I was trying to stay calm, but frankly, I was freaking the fuck out. Oh god. Why couldn't he have given me more time to prepare? 

"Fuck." I said aloud.

"What?" Vic said.

"He's not gonna buy it." I shook my head. "My dad, he he thinks I have super high standards all the time, just because thats what he thinks he raised me to be like. He thinks I only listen to classical music, or that the person that I'm dating have to be at least as posh as however he thinks I am. He's gonna look at you Vic, and just know somethings up." I ran my hand over my face in frustration.

"Can't we do anything?" he asked.

"We could like cut your hair or something, I don't fucking know." I had a tendency to swear a lot when I was stressed out. (A/N much tøp in this fic lol) 

"Okay." he said, standing up. "Where can we go to get my hair cut?"

"Wait, you'd actually cut your hair to help me?" I asked, completely stunned that he'd do something like that.

"Yeah, as long as we don't cut off like, everything. I've been meaning to get a hair cut anyway, Specs. So who do you know that can cut my hair by tonight?"

"I can." I pushed myself off the couch and looked at Vic.

"No fucking way!" Vic laughed. "There's no way you know how to cut hair."

"I cut my own hair." I replied.

"What the fuck? How? Whatever. Fuck this, lets just do it."

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Vic sat in a chair that we had dragged up the stairs and into the larger bathroom from the kitchen. I had made Vic shower first before I cut his hair. While he was in the shower I had cleaned up more downstairs and checked that I had enough food for tomorrow morning. If I didn't we could always just go down to the hotels restaurant for food instead.

I pulled on Vic's hair to see how far down it went without all the curls, and to my surprise, it was a lot longer than I though it'd be. His hair went a couple inches past his shoulders, but with all the curls at the bottom it seemed like it only just went past shoulder length.

"You're sure about this right?" I asked for the 50th time. It was one thing to cut my own hair, but what if I fucked up someone else's? I'd feel so bad.

"For the last time Specs, its fine. Chill." he said calmly.

"Okay.." I said quietly.  I slowly began cutting his hair, combing it as I went along.  I felt kind of awkward cutting hair for someone else, especially since I had to stand so close to Vic. Don't make it more awkward than it has to be.

After about half an hour of snipping, combing and witty comments from Vic, I finished. 

"I think I finished." I said, placing the scissors on the counter and stepping away to see if I missed anything.

"You think?" he said, raising an eyebrow as he stood in front of the mirror. "Not to bad, Specs." He raised his hands and ran his fingers through his hair. "Holy shit. I haven't had my hair this short in a long time. But I like it."

Vic's hair was now a similar length to mine, just a different style. His hair came down just above his shoulders now, instead of surpassing them like it did before.

"Good, good." I replied. "I think my dad might buy it now." I hoped my dad would buy it now.

"Well, I think I'm gonna go to bed now. Thanks for everything, Vic." I had already thanked him multiple times, but  I wasn't quite sure if he really grasped how much he was helping me out.