Same Cut (Phan)

Words: 2,880

Ship: Phan

Rating: Fluff w/ light implications

A/N: So I did this in portions, mostly at one a.m., in the last month and a half about, so don't point out if it's choppy or sudden; I just wanted to end it, so I rushed a bit. Sorry.

"You must be our 3:30, come on in and sit yourself down, love." Phil cant help but smile as the girl at the desk - a small blonde girls with soft curls - welcomes him into the small shop. He shrugs his coat off and drops it on a chair along with his school bag, stepping on the parlor floor. "I'm Maria, by the way, I'll be cutting your hair today." She says.

"Yeah, uh- yeah. Right." Phil says as she pulls out a barbers cloak from the closet and holds it out, silently asking him if he wanted to wear it. Phil shakes his head and she plops it on the counter nearby.

"So what are we going for?" Maria asks, shaking Phil's shaggy hair out with her fingers.

"I want to keep it like it is now," He tells her nervously, "With the fringe. Just a bit shorter."

"Okay. Got a picture, just for reference? I'm still a bit of a rookie."

Phil tenses at that, but pulls out his phone and brings up a picture of him a few months back. Maria takes the phone from his hands and studies it before finally setting it down on the counter, on top of the barber's cloak, and grabbing her scissors. She was about to make the first snip when the bells on the front door jingle, signaling a customer. Maria puts her scissors down on the desk at the front as she heads to greet the two brown-haired boys standing in the doorway, nearly soaking wet.

"Hold on a sec, love." She tells Phil quietly as she turns to the boys. "Hello boys, need anything or just dodging the rain?"

"I- I was wondering if I could schedule an appointment?" Says the taller, older-looking one.

"We're actually a bit dead in here at the moment," Says Maria. "My co-worker's just doing some inventory in the back. If you want, I could call her out."

"Really?" Asks the boy.

"Well, that is, if you have time." Maria quickly corrects herself.

"Y- you'd take me now?"

"Yes."

"Could you?"

"Absolutely. Come sit, I'll call Lisa in." Maria motions to the chair next to Phil's as she walks towards a back room, grabbing the cloak off the counter. She disappears behind the door and the younger boy turns to his brother.

"Dan," Hisses the smaller one, "You're supposed to-"

"You know you way to Gran's, Adrian." The older, Dan, says, sliding off his coat and setting it next to Phil's. "It's only a few blocks away."

"Yeah, but it's pouring outside!" Adrian yells.

"Adrian, shut up." Dan says softly, a hint of annoyance flitting through his voice. "Just go."

"Fine." Adrian pulls his hood up and opens the door, stepping into the rain. "I hope you're happy when I'm sick." He growls.

"I will be!" Dan calls back as the door closes loosely in the rain. He turns to the parlor and walks carefully to the chair he was directed, smiling softly at Phil. He runs a hand through his equally as long hair as he sits. Phil smiles back, hiding his eyes behind his fringe shyly, and opens his mouth to reply when Maria pops up by the front desk.

"Back." She tells him, picking her scissors up from the desk. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine." Phil says as she picks his phone up again. Maria looks at the picture a long while as a pretty brunette, who Phil assumed was Lisa, walks up to Dan and asks him what he wanted done. Dan says the same as Phil had - same cut, shorter hair.