I hope this hurts- Mouthwashing

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(Curly's POV)

BEEP..BEEP

My eyes slowly open as I look around at my darkened room, my alarm clock beeping my ears out.

With A sigh, I move my arm to turn off my alarm clock and rub my eyes before getting up for the day.

With a couple stretches I turn on my bedroom light and walk into my closet to get my work uniform, my eyes still adjusting to the now brightened room as I got ready. Putting on my Pony Express uniform before heading into the bathroom.

The mirror reflecting my usual facial features, my ocean blue eyes that my roommate Jimmy jokingly calls 'Lover boy Eyes' and my usual curly blonde hair.

I do my usual tasks of Brushing my hair alongside brushing my teeth before exiting the bathroom and heading to Jimmy's room.

The floor boards creek against my heavy boots, the sound of Jimmy snoring is eminent as I get closer to his room.

-Jimmy was always a good friend and coworker at his job, but being friends with a guy like Jimmy did overcome some challenges. Especially with his many, many mental health problems that usually got mistaken as manipulation or random acts of violence that got him in trouble. Both in school and in the real world, aka jail.

And since the day he got out, nowhere except the Pony Express company would hire him and at the time I already worked there.

It was definitely a fun surprise knowing an old time friend was working alongside me, even if yes he still has those issues like before but it seems he is doing better..with some slip ups from time to time.-

Eventually I do make it to his bedroom door and gently knock with the back of my knuckle, making a soft knocking noise.

"Come on Co pilot" I say, soft groans emit from the room..

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(Jimmy's POV)

My eyes flicker open as I hear Curly knock on my door, I groan as I get up while rubbing my eyes.

"You up?' Curly asked, "I am now" I groan as I get up, hair falling into my face, "Ach!' I blow my hair out of my face and while I do so I hear my door creaking open along with Curly chuckling about my long hair.

"I think we should get you a haircut before work" I nod, turning my head to look at my bedside table that is covered with my pill bottles and cigarettes.

I grab my pills and get up, "Don't wanna forget those, don't want you getting crazy when we deliver!" Curly chuckles as he leaves my room, I roll my eyes as I take my medicine for the morning and tossing it into my work bag.

With a couple stretches I fully get up, heading to my closet and get into my work clothes.

Right next to my closet was a small mirror that I use to attempt to keep my hair put, and with a sigh Im unsuccessful..I rub my eyes and head to the bathroom to try and cut my hair, in which Curly is already on it.

He sits me down on a chair, and wraps a blanket around my neck so hair doesn't fall ony work clothes. "This will only be quick" he says with a slight smile as he turns on the razor and proceeds to cut my hair to a shorter length.

It's odd having a friend cut my own hair, but I suppose it's best if he knows what he's doing, unlike me. All I'm good for is getting in trouble and smoking my brains in..

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(Curly's POV)

His hair wasn't hard to cut, but it was definitely an interesting texture. A mix of soft with rough spots, along with his greasiness from lack of showers.

-I do try to get him in showers from time to time, but Usually his medicine makes him so woozy that he can hardly stand straight.

And while yes he smells, and often snaps in anger..he is a good guy that just needs help, and he has since getting out of jail from his physical assault. He got what he needed for help, and he got medication for his problems.-

After a couple snips, and a bunch of hair on the ground..mostly bunched together from the greasiness, his hair is a lot shorter.

From my time living with him I've noticed how he always liked how I cut my hair, or maybe it's just my hair style in general that he likes that I decided to do for him. While he doesn't show it, I know that deep down he likes it.. I move my head to look at the clock, and we have a couple minutes before he got to leave.

"Seems we better get going" I say while taking the blanket around Jimmy neck, and throwing it into the wash before quickly sweeping up his hair and throwing it away.

He gets up, gently feeling his new hair before grabbing his bag of stuff and heading out into our car, I do the same,closing the door behind us as I drive us to Pony Express to meet our crew..