Hey guys, I know the last chapter was pathetic and rushed, but honestly I was really just trying to get a chapter in that explains where they are now. In this chapter, Alex and Paris have been living with one another for two weeks. So here you have it...
Paris~
"No. I am not getting my hair dyed purple. NO!"
I was currently arguing with Alex about hair.
In one hand he held a box of purple hair dye, the other held scissors.
"Please let me do your hair. I am really good at it, I promise. " he says with pleading eyes.
"My hair was dyed once and it completely ruined it. Not again. "
He made a sad face and pouted please three more times, before I gave in.
Ugh, why is he so convincing.
"Fine. But I swear, if you ruin my hair, you're dead, got it?" I say with a sting in my voice.
He nodds his head and jumps up and down like a little kid.
"Okay, so sit here and take down your hair." He commands.
I sit in the chair and let my long, black hair fall to my waste.
"You know, I actually used to work in a hair salon. I've done many different types of hair, one time a 90 year old lady, made me shave her head into a mohak and dye it green. " he whispers in my ear as he pulls my hair away from my neck.
I smile at him and he kisses my neck gently.
Blood rises to my cheek. I can't help to think, that only two months ago, we were complete strangers. Now, we're together and he means everything to me.
"Babe, do you ever just think that us meeting each other was not just a coincidence?" I ask, fiddling with my fingers.
"Well, I don't know. Never thought about it. What exactly do you mean?"
I hear a snip and feel my hair get lighter.
"Like, maybe we were meant to be."
He hesitates and then continues.
"Really? You sound crazy. " he replies with a giggle.
I just shrug and let him do his thing in peace, my mind drifting elsewhere.
When he was finished he held a mirror in front of my face.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head at what I saw, my hair was beautiful.
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Better Off Alone✔
RomantizmThough her heart was ruptured, and her mind was no longer acquainted... Paris Sophia, nicknamed PS, fought her way through life. Vaulting at every open opportunity that would occupy her from it. But how much pain can a woman truly take until she spl...
