IT Imagines & Preferences

Patrick

Request for 6YearsTilSanity

Love you!

"Are you sure about this?" Questioned Alex as she sat on a stool. "No, of course I'm not sure," retorted Patrick. He sighed. "And you can cut hair, right?" She peeked out from behind him and looked at him in the mirror. "Well, I'm not the best, but I'm the best you've got since none of the barbers will take you." She looked away. "You and your crazy self," she mumbled.

She held the scissors up to his hair and looked at him again.
"You ready?"
He rolled his eyes as she sighed and did the same.

------ *after about 30 minutes*

"My God your hair is a mess! How do you deal with this all the time?"

"I don't."

"Yeah, you see, that makes more sense."

"Alright I'm almost done, but I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back."

------*another 20 minutes*

"Are you finished?"
Alex rolled her eyes.
"Well, I gotta gel it first!"
"And how long is that gonna take?"
She thought for a second.
"About five minutes."

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"And we're done. You finished complaining?"

He looked at her with an annoyed face before standing up.

"I'm tired of sitting down. I'm gonna go somewhere."

She squinted a little.
"Wait," she stopped him.
"Where are you going?"

He sighed. "Nowhere."
"You're leaving to beat up some little kid aren't you?" Before he could say anyting else she stopped him.
"Well, not on my watch."

"We'll go to my house, and I'll show my mom my work of art," she said gesturing at his hair.
"How does that sound?"

The whole time while writing this I was thinking of the time I was getting a keratin treatment in my hair. I sat in that chair for 6 and a half hours. I was so done.