Diasterologist:
"Where are you going?" Ricky asked as you grabbed your purse and put your shoes on.
"To go get a haircut." you replied as you put on your coat.
"Can I cut it?!" He said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"No, you can not." You said putting your hand on the doorknob.
Ricky blocked the front door with his arms crossed across his chest.
"Please?" He asked pouting
"Ricky, I don't have time for this." you said checking your watch
"Please?"
"No." you said trying to step around his but he blocked your moves.
All of the sudden he's on his knees begging for you to let him cut your hair.
"Fine!" you said annoyed
"I'm late for my appointment anyways." you grumbled as Ricky dragged you to the bathroom.
"Wait here." He said sitting you on a chair. A few minutes later he came back with a handkerchief and a pair of scissors.
"You are not cutting my hair blindfolded!" you said jumping out of the chair
"Of course not! You'll be blindfolded as I cut your hair. I want it to be a surprise." He said smiling at you. You protested but it was no use.
"Only the tips." you told him and heard him mumble a yes.
Soon, you were blindfolded and he was cutting your hair. With every snip of the scissors you heard, you winced.
"Stop moving!" he whined
A few more minutes later he spun the chair around and untied the handkerchief.
"Ta-Da!!" he sang as you looked in the mirror wide-eyed
Your use to be long mid back hair was now unevenly shoulder length.
"What did you do?!" you shrieked at Ricky, running your fingers through your hair.
"Awesome right?" he beamed
"No! You ruined my hair! It's a disaster! You're a disasterologist!" you yelled at him
He was now looking at the floor, a frown on his face.
"I'm sorry." he said
"I ruin everything." he said looking at your hair
You instantly felt bad and wrapped your arms around his torso.
"Don't be sad Ricky. I mean, I can make it work." you reassured him.
"Are you sure?" he said tugging on your hair
"Yea, I'm sure." you said nuzzling your face in his neck, taking in his scent.
"So? I'm a disasterologist?" He asked pulling away, smirking at you.
"Yes, yes you are." you said leaning up at him
"really?" he said arching his eyebrows
"Yes. But you're my disasterologist."
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ew this sucked so bad
