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Chapter One: To the Panda! That Way!
"Are you sure you want me to do this?" Miles asked unaware of my annoyance.
"Please, for the fifth time, just cut it and get it over with. I have no other choice Miles and you know it."
I couldn't take it anymore. Miles was getting the worst of me to make its presence known. No matter how much I love that boy, I just couldn't contain my annoyance any longer. I don't understand how he has managed to avoid this for so long, but I knew one thing for sure. It was time to put my foot down. Two months of avoiding this day was wearing down my patients.
"If it wasn't for the money involved, I wouldn't be doing this." He said, trying to obviously lighten the mood.
"What are you talking about? I'm not paying you a dime just to make me look like a man." I turned around in my chair and winked at him. No matter how much it pained me to look like him, I had to continue. It was his idea and his wish for me to make it happen. I was to far in the plan not to anyways. I had already applied to university as my brother and it was the one that I had wanted to go for so long.
Miles laughed at the irony of my statement before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on my forehead.
Whenever we went out together, we always seemed to be acknowledge as a couple. It has gotten to the point where we both got tired of correcting random people. We don't even think twice anymore when someone comments about our "relationship". It was just to much of an effort to explain to them that we would never be together.
"I promise darling, that after I'm done with you, You will be the most sexist beautiful man anyone has ever seen. I will make you look so fine that, any straight man will begin to think twice about their decision of their straightness." He was so full of himself when it came to his hair stylist ability.
I laughed at his cockiness, "You are such a boy..."
"Care to re-state that Miss. Bond? Or should I say," He smiled wickedly before leaning over. His mouth brushed my ear as he spoke the name," Miss. Chase." I winced. No matter how hard I tried, I didn't want anyone finding out who I really was. I have manage to keep my stage name and my birth name from colliding and I plan to keep it that way.
Miles voice brought me back to the presence,"If I remember correctly, I am the one with the Scissors and razor. And I will be the one to make the decision of your manliness appearance." Using his signature look has never affective to me, I was the only one to know how to counteract it.
Getting up from the salon chair, I went around the chair and faced Miles. I got so close that not even a paper could be placed in between us. I smiled mischievously.
"Forgive me?" I said just before I began to give him an Eskimo kiss. Poor Brian, Miles current boyfriend, didn't know how to calm Miles whenever he was at this state. He was always to scared to do anything. I think it was about time to share my wisdom with him...
"Forgiven," He winked before continuing,"Now sit that little pretty butt of yours down before I change my mind, Miss. Bond."
"Yes Sir!" I followed his instructions and sat down on the leather chair. This place was like my second home. Every day I would stop by to see how Miles was doing. He already graduated from Collage, while I on the other hand will start in a week from now posing as my brother, Macarius.
Miles was basically my own guardian angel. He has always been their for me, and acted the part that both, my parents couldn't do. It wasn't that my parents didn't love my brother and me. It was just that they had no idea that their only daughter was indeed 'Eberly Chase'. Or the fact that their daughter soon will be posing as Macarius. Ever since the rise and peak of 'Eberly Chase', Miles had always stood by my side. He understood the real reason I did this and never seemed to oppose to it at all. I never told him this but he was the one person that motivated me to do better everyday.
"There!"exclaimed Miles bring me back from my subconscious mind,"What do you think?" He had spun me around so I could be facing the mirror. The face on the mirror was not of a young lady, but of a man. He had the same eyes and facal structures as I did. and was wearing the same clothing that I had on. But his hair was short and was layered to the point were he had to most definitely flip his hair to the side in order to be able to see his surrondings
"Miles..." The man was staring back at me and copied my every move...
Hello Earth to Mindy...The "man" you speak so highly of is really stupid....YOUR STUPID....ITS.YOU.
Grimacing at the harsh words that the voice spoke, I noticed that Miles began to talk to me.
"...like it?" He looked slightly worried because of my lack of words. I figured it was time to undo the knots that had begun to take place on his poor Hollister T-Shirt.
"Miles...I...er...ugh..."I couldn't contain it any longer, the burning was to much for me to handle.
"Aw, Mindy. Dear darling, its okay. Im sorry I did such a crappy job. I promise I will never pick up a scissor and razor ever again," He had long ago placed me in his arms and began soothing my tears away.
"Miles, I don't like it..." he stopped rubbing my back and placed his face in his hands to conceal his face.
"eyeneweyesockatmibobnimorry.leaseforivemi...itontappengain" Miles mumbled.
"I love it!" I threw my hands in the air and shouted. Miles smirked.
"Of course, with my talent, how would you not be able to love it?" He flipped his nonexistant hair. I giggled, getting out of the leather chair.
I owned a small simple car. It was a plum purple Pt crusier and was a 2011 model. It had been a gift from my parents for deciding to go to collage. They still havent understood why Marcus moved to his own place a month ago. He had done that to make my collage life much easier. It was part of the plan.
"Whats with that goofy smile of yours," I didn't even bother to say anything. It would just end up ruining my moment."Wipe it off. Your staring to creep that old lady with the cane."
"How do you know? You can't read minds." I did the one thing that i could do at such a time like this, I stuck out my tongue at him.
"Look for yourself," He smirked and pointed in the direction or the marked crosswalk. The old lady had stopped mid-step and had a look of peer fear. Her eyes were on me, as if waiting for me to step down on the gas and decided to end her life right there and then. Turning away from scene in front of me, I turn to my supposed best friend and ask him what to do next. Hes answer to the solutions was simply, "You could run her over and get a free cane. Or you could do this," Before I could anticipated his next move, Miles proceed to roll down his window and stick out his head leaving me with a nice view of his rear end. Note the heavy coated sarcasm when I said the words rear end.
"Lady. If you value the rest of your short life, I would suggest to consider finishing crossing the side walk or we might have a consideration in stepping on the gas for you. You have three seconds..." The cane lady didn't move at first but as soon as Miles started to count she gave out one mighty shriek. She was off the road in no time, turns out that no matter if you happen to be old with a cane, you are still able to run for dear life.
"Now! To the BATMOBILE!" Leaving the stop sign, I drove to the worlds best food place ever, Panda Express.
