Blood on the dance floor ,fanfiction

chapter 3

Dahvie Vanity

She texts me back saying she is getting gpher hair done today. Hopefully itsnot plain jane and Is actually really cool.

After I read her text I go into the kitchen to make some pumpkin spice pudding. That stuff is the bomb. I even mix some chocolate chunks in it and that stuff goes straight to the core in delisiousness.

As soon I I start to lick the bowl Jayy walks in and says, "Well thats just sexy."

"Ha ha so funny."

"Actually it is the funniest thing I have seen in a while,  just because it is a grown man doing it."

"Whatever, think what you want to think but this stuff is good!"

"Let me try some than."

"Fine. Here!"

"mmmmm. Delisious.."

"I know, right."

"Since I have now tried it I will get my beer and leave you to your womudding, get it woman and pudding."

"Sure. Bye."

Skylar

After I text him I grab my keys off the shelf and walk out the door. Than I open the garage door and hop in my car. By the way, my car is a mustang GT. Beautiful car if you ask me.

As I am about to leave a squirel runs in front of my car and I almost hit it. That was defiately close. To close for comfort.

Finally I am off to the hairdressers.

On my car ride I see a person doing a gang sign on a library so I stop and tell them that it is not safe and they do not own the library and he pulls out a knife and threaghtens me withit so I pull away and call the cops. They are hopefully going to come because that was a shitty move they just made.

As I pull up to Super Cuts I check to make sure that I didnt missmy apointment.

Thank god I didnt.

I put on my sunglasses and get out of my car and lock it. I walk up to the door and check the time once again because I feel like I am missing something. I walk in and tell the gal my apointment info and pay for it than go and sit.

When I am waiting I overhear someone say, "Did you here about that girl Dahvie met at his birthday party and how he 'fell' for her. I cant beleive it. I think its her. The one over there." , than I zone out of it.

Sheesh people are such critics now a days.

Finally the hair dresser calls my name to get my hair done.

I go up and sit in the chair she tells me to sit in.

"So,how have you been doing? ", the hairdresser asks politly.

"Great. How about you?"

"Wonderfull. So how do you want your hair done."

"I want my top layer purple and my bottom layer black. Thats all."

"Okay, I will see what I can do."

"Thanks."