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Chapter 20: When The Mood Is Right...

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Selena's P.O.V.

"It's disgusting. Absolutely atrocious, isn't it?"

"I don't know what I'm looking at, Sel." Justin chuckled.

I held the ends of my long dark brown hair closer to his face. "My split ends from hell. Don't you see the atrocity?"

Justin looked at my hair with a puzzled expression on his face. "Selena, why is it such a big deal? It's just hair."

What?

My eyes widened and I stood up from my bed. "What do you mean, "It's just hair"? Just hair? Justin, one-third of my reputation depends on my hair! I can't go to school like this tomorrow."

"It's not that big a deal, really. Just do it yourself." He shrugged.

"Do it... myself? Grab a pair of my non-salon scissors and cut my split ends... myself? Justin, are you dumb or just plain dumb?"

A smile broke out on Justin's face and he got up from my bed also and help up both of his hands in surrender. "I'm just sayin'. I'm a guy, Sel. Guys don't worry about split ends."

"Well, you get your hair cut, correct?" I raised an eyebrow.

He scoffed. "Yeah, when we think it's starting to get too long."

Justin and I were just casually sitting I'm my room, on my bed scrolling through our feeds on Instagram. Everything was cool and quite until my messy bun fell out of my scrunchie (yes I still use those) for the fourth time that night. I took a closer look at the ends of my hair and that's when I lost it.

I mean, Justin thinks I look fine but c'mon, he's Justin. He wears flannel's everyday and basic farmer boy from Wal-Mart jeans.

I felt like throwing up just thinking about his old wardrobe.

A cheesy smile spread across his beautiful face. "Why don't I just cut it."

"Cut what? My previous long, Brown, soft, shiny, detangled, perfectly layered, wavy-ish hair?" I laughed. "Oh, I think not."

"Why not, why not, why noooot?" He whined.

"Because a man who once had a pair of Orange Crocs in his closet, should not be trusted with my hair." I said smartly.

Justin walked over to my nightstand and opened the first drawer and grabbed my pair of scissors and walked back over to my bed and sat down with the scissors in his hand. "You're being a bitch."

"So are you. But, I was born a bitch, what's your excuse?" I smirked.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

Justin's eyes darkened for a split second.

Lil Nasty

"I mean, I guess I could let you snip off my split ends. You do know what ends are right? Of course you do, I just showed you what they were.

My hair should only be approximately one or two inches shorter than it is now. If it's any lower than that I will fight you. My hair is my life. My best friend. My life partner. If you fuck up what we have together... I swear Justin. Besides, I can tell you love your hair too. You spend so much time doing it in the mirror.