Chemical Romances? (Mikey Way x Reader)

Haircuts and Hot Guys

Mikey's POV**

She still looked beautiful even with her hair shorter than mine. I honestly could not take my eyes off of her.

"What do you think?" She asked, spinning on the chair to face me.

"I like it," I smirked.

Maybe "like" was an understatement but I didn't want to be a creep so I just used that word.

After styling it and blow-drying it, Louise let her up from the chair.

"That'll be $20," Louise extended a hand.

Willow took her wallet out and paid Louise.

"Thanks, love!" Louise called out as we walked out.

"I cannot believe you really cut all of your hair off!" I said.

"What are they going to do? Expel me? Please," She scoffed.

The walk home seemed lengthy but I didn't mind. It was nice talking to my Willow. I told her a bit more about Gerard and I. About how our parents worked for a company in New York, which meant there were lots of business trips involved. This usually meant Gerard and I were home alone a lot. I told her about a few other friends we had like Brendon Urie, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Ryan Ross, people like that. They weren't really friends but they had their own groups which sometimes meshed with our Loser group.

We finally reached the house after laughing so hard, our sides hurt. I had tripped over a rock and almost landed in a pile of dog crap.

Nice, Michael. I mean, Mikey.

"Oops! You okay?" She asked, helping me up.

I chuckled, "Yeah, fine."

It was only 6:30.

"Wanna go inside and see if we can watch a movie?" I asked.

"Sounds nice," She smiled brightly and skipped inside.

She's always so happy.

Your POV**

"Hello, losers!" I called out to everyone in Gerard's room.

Halsey's mouth dropped, Gerard and Frank looked stunned, and Ray had this HUGE look of awe on his face.

"YOU CUT YOUR HAIR!" Frank shouted.

"Sure did!" I said, triumphantly as Mikey finally reached the end of the stairs and stood behind me.

"Not that you don't look great, Willow, but there are certain rules for a lady at Helena Prep. Your hair can't be shorter than your jaw --" Halsey started to explain.

"Or what?" I interrupted.

"I -- I don't know. No one's done it before. You can borrow one of my wigs --"

I interrupted once again, "Hell no. I want everyone to see it tomorrow. No one is going to subject me to a standard."

After a long pause of silence, Gerard spoke up, "I like it!"

"Yeah, it's nice!" Ray chimed in.

"YOU LOOK LIKE A HOT GUY!" Frank yelled out.

I face palmed myself and sat on the floor with the rest of the group. Mikey took a seat next to me and we started watching X-Men.

Hm. Hot guy, huh?