A Dude like her✔️

Chapter Six|| Alright, Hannah Montana

Trigger warning: This chapter uses the word dyke. I don't have the intent of hurting anyone and I hope no one gets offended but if someone feels uncomfortable with it, please just tell me and I'll be more than happy to change it :) Much love, your author.

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Chapter Six|| Alright, Hannah Montana

I looked at the mirror and then at my scissors.

I was going to do it, I was going to cut my hair.

I grasped my blond locks and closed my eyes tightly, holding the scissors with shaky hands.

"You can do it. No more itchy wigs. This is just for a year."

I then clasped the blades of the scissors, hoping for the best, and then opened my eyes, expecting to see my hair cut short.

But since I had my eyes closed, I'd managed to completely miss my hair.

I stared at my hair, confused.

What the fuck had a cut then?

I looked at the mirror and noticed a red liquid coming down my finger. Oh, fuck.

"Yo, what the fuck!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I dropped the scissors and grasped my finger with tears in my eyes.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fucking fuck of fucks."

At this point, I was bawling my eyes out and jumping like an idiot around the room.

"What the fuck are you screaming about?" Sam said. I turned around and noticed him climbing into my window with a frustrated face.

I showed him my finger, making sure I bit my lip so I could prevent the loud wails from coming out.

"You're basically screaming bloody murder because of a small cut on your finger?" He asked, his face contorted to an even more annoyed expression.

"What the fuck? I almost chopped my damn finger off. The fuck you mean "small cut" fucking looking ass tatertot," I growled as I pulled my finger closer to myself.

He rolled his eyes and grasped my finger. He examined it and shrugged.

"What were you even trying to do?" He scoffed.

"Cut my hair short," I said with a pout.

Again, he rolled his eyes and I was so close to just pulling his beautiful blue eyes off his sockets and shoving them down his throat.

"You have a first aid kit?" He asked.

"Do I look like a damn nurse to you? Who the fuck keeps a first aid kit lying around their house? Because I know I don't. "

He rolled his eyes and stood up. Heading towards his room. When he came back, he had a small white box in his hands.

"I hope this burns like hell," he chuckled as he sprayed a liquid on my finger.

I hissed as I started to feel my finger burn. "How the fuck dare you, you fucking cunt?"

"Shut the fuck up and just stay still," he growled as he wrapped a bandaid around my finger.

"Fuck you," I whispered to myself as he reached for a pair of scissors.

"Get that thing away from me, you fucking white crayon," I yelped.