"This sweater looks like complete shit on me." I laugh and Nash just looks on, sitting in the pretty leather couch of the clothing store. His eyes take over me before he shakes his head. For the first time he hops off the couch and walks over, behind me in the mirror.
"I think you just need a hat." He suggests, taking off his SnapBack and putting it on my head. I'm not going to lie, the outfit looks a lot better now.
"Damn, I need a hair cut." He complains, his fingers trying desperately to tame the mop on his head. I shake my head in mock disappointment.
"You kind of remind me of Tarzan." I joke and he looks over at me and giggles. I pull out my phone and snap a quick picture of us.
By the time we exit the store it's 2:45. Nash holds the bags even though they're all mine. I mean, I insisted that he let me carry them on my own but he didn't want to listen. We come across a very prestigious hair salon and I give Nash a look.
"Haircut?" I ask and he nods. We walk in and I see a bunch of pictures of styles and dyed hair. It intrigues me, I admit. Makes me want to try something new. I beckon the stylist over and point to one of the pictures on the book.
"Can you do this for me?" She nods instantly and sits me down in this chair that spins completely around. Being an 18 year old calls for a certain level of maturity and I have to remind myself of this as I have the urge to twist this chair around.
Nash senses my excitement and looks over at me. The look is different. Teasing, almost mischievous. He bites his lip to suppress a laugh and looks away in his chair.
After a full ten minutes of us getting our hair cut side by side, I hear the familiar sound of Nash smacking his gum. I don't want to turn to him and cause this lady to fuck up my hair so I settle for texting him.
can I have some?
His phone dings and he looks at me through the mirrors. When he reads the message he smirks to himself like he finds it funny.
if you want it bad enough..
