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"CUT MY BANGS."
"What?"
"I said cut my fucking bangs John!" A few weeks had passed, all awkward in Olivia's honest opinion as she was in the same band as her ex boyfriend. ❨ Was she even allowed to call him that since they never put labels to it? ❩ She was now seated in front of her best mate, her scissors in one hand and chocolate in the other. She doesn't know why she took the breakup this badly, as they weren't together after all.
"Calm your tits, no need to scream!" John sighed, grabbing the scissors and he shook his head. "I know nothing about hair Via, call Brian or something."
"I didn't bloody walk to your house in nothing but my pajamas and socks for you to tell me to call my brother who isn't in town anyway!" She narrowed her eyes at her friend. "If you don't want to, you can tell me and I'll do it myself but then you won't get any chocolate."
John gasped. "You wouldn't! It's my favorite!"
"I would." Olivia pressed and like John said, he knew nothing about hair and she could do it herself but the girl was lazy, plus she needed a night away from the apartment. ❨ It was Roger's kingdom now, something that baffled and annoyed her tremendously. Didn't he have a home of his own? ❩
"Fine, but I have to tell you that you might regret it."
"I regret a ton of stuff John, hair is never one of them." John immediately knew what she meant ━━ Freddie. He was the only one in the band who knew, and vowed to never tell Brian. He had always suspected it but never asked his friend, as he wanted her to tell him out of her own accord.
"Are you ever going to tell Brian and Roger?" John asked, combing through the blondes hair gently, sectioning off the parts where her bangs were. All they really needed was a trim but John would like to clarify again that he sucked at hair.
"No! That's a bad idea, they can't know. You know how my brother gets, and Roger is ━━ well he's Roger, he's got one serious foul mouth and I don't think I have the heart to watch them murder poor Freddie."
"Poor? The man literally broke your heart two weeks ago Via ━━ and the band deserves to know. Brian is your brother, Roger your mate, they need to know." John shook his head slightly, tying the rest of the hair back.
"I know John but I ━━" She sighed, tears springing to her eyes. "I can't. I just can't. Now get to cutting so we can watch movies, where's Florence and your mum?"
John smiled slightly as if to say that he was here if she needed to talk about it again, that he won't leave her because they were best friends. "They went to visit dad, I couldn't bring myself to."
"Well next time we're going together," When John raised a brow at her she added, "He needs to know who I am, your mum and Florence know me, and they love me. He will too."
