Pen Ink

Bailey - Haircut

"Anyways, Lucas and I have business to attend to." I smirk, nodding my head, "I must bid you both a farewell."

"Leaving so soon?" Kennedy calls as I turn to leave. I turn on my heel back to face her. "Yes, unless you have some reason to protest against it?" I tilt my head to the side slightly.

"Come on bro, we barely hang out anymore." She huffs as she drags her words out, pleading with puppy dog eyes.

I groan loudly as I glance over at Lucas for an escape when I realize he's occupied talking to Simon. I clear my throat once more and when he doesn't look over I realize I can't say no. I stare back towards Kennedy and take a deep breath, "You can come with me if you'd like but I was leaving to go get my hair cut actually-"

"You're getting a haircut??" I turn my head slightly to the side to see Lucas' rather shocked expression. For the longest time, I always said I would never get my hair cut. I liked it resting on my shoulders. But after a while, you just get sick of the same hairstyle. I didn't plan on cutting it super short but I wanted to trim a decent amount. So it would sit comfortably a little above my jaw.

I narrow my eyes at him as he interrupts me, "So now you decide to pay attention. It's not like I needed you to a little earlier." He puts his hands in the air in mock surrender, laughing quietly. "But yes, I'm getting a haircut, thinking it's finally about time I chop some off."

"No way!" Kennedy squeals excitedly. If anyone had a right to be excited it was Kennedy or Lucas, both hated my hairstyle with a passion. Every time I would pass by a salon or anything of the sorts, they always offered to pay for a haircut for me. I'm not sure why they didn't like the long hair so much, I just know they didn't.

Simon just stared between the three of us, clearly not sure about what exactly was so exciting about getting a haircut. "I think your long hair is fitting." He mumbles quietly.

Kennedy turns towards him quickly, she shoves a finger to his lips, shushing him. "Ssshhh! You'll make him change his mind. I have not worked this hard to pester and annoy him for him to suddenly change his mind." She narrows her eyes almost with a look of pure concentration. I'm actually quite impressed. Kennedy isn't typically able to set her mind to anything. So to see her so Insistent with a firm purpose and intent is strange yet fills me with a sense of pride. I guess proud of the fact that she finally found something to stick with, even if it was telling me I look stupid. But I mean, that's what sisters are for, right?

There was this one time when we were younger, that I cut off a good chunk of her hair while she was sleeping. It makes start to think, perhaps that's part of the reason she doesn't like me having lengthy hair

Simon stares back at her with wide eyes and slowly nods his head before she slowly drops her hand and turns back towards me. "Shall we be going now?" She cheers eagerly, locking one arm with me and the other around Simon's leaving Lucas out of the loop as he moves to stand beside me.

Our group of four friends made our way out of the arcade and through the mall, most of walking in pace, Kennedy eagerly leading us to Super Cuts.

"Now tell me dear brother of mine, were you thinking short and spiked up at the front, or perhaps shaved on the sides and a bit of the swoop in the front?" My sister asks me with great excitement in her voice as she raises her eyebrows in a curious manner.

"Kennedy chill out, I'm just getting a bit of a trim, it's still gonna frame my jaw."

I could physically feel Kennedy's posture fall and slump over with disappointment as I finished my sentence. "Lame." She mumbles as I hear Simon quietly chuckle. I glance towards him and he shakes his head ever so slightly.

"I just don't what's so exciting about you getting your hair cut. I think it looks fine the way it is."

Kennedy glares towards him threateningly, almost as if she's daring him to repeat himself. "What did I say Michael..?"

Simon took a deep breath as we all stopped walking and paused for a moment, before simon finally opened his mouth to speak, "What..?"

"You heard me."

"Yeah but uh, why did you call me Michael...?"

"It's your middle name.... Simon Michael  Wells."

"Uh. No, it's not. My middle name is David."

"Not anymore!" Kennedy throws up her arms in the air, stomping her feet dramatically as she runs away down the mall corridor.

Simon looks towards me and gives me a long look over, a rather confused expression on his face.

"What are you staring at me for?" I hear myself scoff, rather loudly in response.

"She's your sister." He chuckles and shakes his head, dropping his expression as he walks away to follow her, the two of them walking ahead of us, by themselves. A little too close in my opinion. And I feel that feeling from earlier bubble up inside of me. It starts as an itch but in the blink of an eye it turns into a raging fire deep inside my stomach. A burning hatred that sits uncomfortably in the pit of my stomach. And it churns inside and never stops moving making everything hurt and feel so uneasy. And I start to feel queasy, nauseas. And it doesn't really go away. This sickly uncomfortable feeling, like I need to throw up. Like words are caught in my mouth that I need to cough out and throw up. But I can't. 

I can only sit and stare with seething anger.