Bleach Stains on the Carpet

Notes:

Hey!!!

First story I've finished in a while, so eek!!

Anyways, sorry if there's any misspellings or some parts don't make sense. Im open to an criticism and feedback

Enjoy :]

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Kenny hummed softly to the music that was playing in the background, the occasional snipping of his scissors ringing over the playlist. He carefully combed through Marjorine's hair, making familiar precise cuts every so often. He heard her hum along with him, her hands drumming on her thighs happily. Kenny smiled at his friend's antics before stepping back and looking at his work. "That looks good Marj?" He asked and the girl nodded happily, smiling widely as she combed through her blonde hair with her fingers.

"It looks great Ken! Thanks." She got up from her chair and dusted herself, getting any leftover hair off. Marjorine then gave him a tight hug, which Kenny happily returned. "Let me pay you back this time, please." He shook his head, waving his scissors around a bit. "You know I don't charge you, or Kyle, for cuts, never have and never will." Marjorine just rolled her eyes and pouted, crossing her arms. "At least let me buy you something as a thank you." He raised an eyebrow at her and snickered. "Yeah, sure, like your parents will let you. I'm surprised they even let me step foot on their property."

Marjorine flushed in embarrassment. "It's just because of the hair Ken. I told them you don't charge me anything. Other than that, they don't like you very much." Kenny shrugged, sitting on her bed and crossing his legs. "I know." It was an obvious fact that her parents hated him, the looks they always gave him, and the way they addressed him as 'The McCormick Boy' rather than his actual name. Kenny thinks the main reason they don't like him is that he's supported Marjorine since the day she came out to him. They already had a problem with her being bi so when she came out as trans? It was horrible.

Her parents ended up saying that if she could do it herself, she could transition. This means buying her own clothes, correcting people, reintroducing herself, cutting and growing out her own hair, saving money for surgery, etc. They banned her from using her mom's products and clothes as well. Basically, they were mocking her. Kenny remembered the day she had come out to him, asking if he could cut her hair in a way that it would grow out.

Kenny was their grade's personal hairstylist. He learned how to cut hair when Karen complained about her hair being too long. Then he started to cut his own hair and Kevin's. One day he was cutting his hair when Marjorine came to visit him, and Kenny had trimmed her dead ends so that her hair would grow out. Then he was at Kyle's for a project, with the redhead seeming uncomfortable the whole time. When he asked what was wrong, Kyle said his hair was getting long and the stylist he went to because she specialized with curly hair moved. Kenny offered to help and then started cutting Kyle's every two months or whenever he started feeling dysphoric.

The news then spread to Stan, who spread it to Wendy, who told Bebe, who told their whole class and then their whole grade. Now he made a good amount of money by cutting his peers' hair and could afford more stuff for his sister. Marjorine let out a sigh as she cleaned the area a bit, putting everything back where it went. "I'm real sorry Ken, for the way my parents look at cha." Kenny shrugged and told her not to worry about it. Comfortable silence fell over the two as "Treehouse" by Alex G started playing. He watched as she cleaned before pulling out a box full of nail polish, a smile forming on her lips.

"What color are you thinking Ken? Oh! I just got this real pretty purple I think you would like a whole lot." She walked over with the box and handed him the bottle. It was a deep, almost black, purple. He tilted his head and thought about it, it was very pretty like she said. He then looked up at her with a smirk. "Did you get this just for me?" Kenny teased and Marjorine smiled shyly. "Maybe? I saw it and remembered you sayin' that purple is your favorite color." His smirk softened into a smile and he looked back down at the polish. "That's sweet Marj." He then peered into the box of polishes and pulled out a baby blue, soft yellow, and white.