A Little More Love (Jordan Witzigreuter / The Ready Set)

Chapter 5 - Hair Cut

*A/N: Dedicated to Haley because she made me this lovely cover and it is the bomb. Also I'm really bad at describing hair cuts so the pictures on the side is the before the haircut, and the after is the haircut he had on the Bad/Better album and the posters for that and stuff*

*beep* *beep *beep* I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock blaring through my room. I groaned as I sat up and stretched my arms. I groggily stumbled to my closet and found a pair of dark red skinny jeans and a "Make Art Not War" T-shirt. I dug through my closet and found my black combat boots and pulled them on. I put on some makeup and decided to just leave my hair down since I didn't feel like doing anything with it.

When I came downstairs I found Travis sitting alone at the kitchen table. "Are you guys practicing today?" I asked.

"No we're taking today off," he said. My face fell, I was hoping to see Jordan today. "But they're coming over later to watch movies. You can join us if you want to." He mumbled something else that sounded like 'Jordan would like that' but I wasn't going to ask for clarification.

"Sure, sounds like fun," I smiled. "Anyway I've gotta leave for work so I'll be home around 5:30." I grabbed a banana to eat on the way there and headed out the door.

When I got to work my schedule was fairly empty so I mostly took walk ins.

"Oh Baily, I forgot to add it to your schedule but you have an appointment at 4:20," Juliet told me.

I checked the clock, 4:15. I continued to straighten my station until I the bell on the door ring. I looked up and same a familiar face; gorgeous eyes, messy brown hair and of course plaid.

"Jordan?" I asked, walking towards the front of the salon. "What are you doing here?"

"I am getting my haircut," he smirked.

"Oh my god you did not," my eyes widened.

"Jordan Witzigreuter?" Juliet asked.

Jordan nodded, "Oh I did."

"I can't believe you," I giggled dragging him back to my station.

"What?" He laughed sitting in the chair. "I needed a haircut, you cut hair; this was only logical."

I playfully rolled my eyes as I tied the cape around his neck. "Well then, what am I doing to this mess today?" I ran my fingers through his soft hair.

"My hair is not a mess, that's the style," Jordan laughed trying to defend his, shoulder length, light brown mass of fringe.

"Ok," I corrected myself. "What are we doing to this style?"

"What do you think we should do?" he asked. "After all, you're the hairstylist."

I looked at his reflection in the mirror playing with his hair some more. "I think we should cut it short," I told him.

"How short?" He asked slowly.

"Not super short, still down near your ears," I assured him. "I'm not gonna shave it all off."

"Can I keep the fringe?" he asked.

I fluffed his fringe with my fingers, "Yeah you can keep the fringe, it's cute."

"You really think it'll look good short?" he asked me.

"I do, but it's your hair so..." I trailed.

"Do it," he said.

"You sure?" I asked.

"Go for it."

I parted his hair and combed through it then I started to take sections of his hair in between my fingers and cut them inch by inch. I could see Jordan watching me work in the reflection of the mirror, sometimes turning his gaze to watch his hair fall slowly to the floor. When I'd gotten his hair to the point where it was just a bit above his ears I added a few layers to the sides and walked around so I was in front of him.

I took his fringe in my fingers. "Wait I thought you said I could keep it," he said.

"You can, but at least let me trim it," I insisted.

"Fine, but only because I get to look at your beautiful face while you do," he said lowly.

I felt my cheeks to burn and I shifted my gaze back to his hair. "No flirting with me at work," I told him.

"You started it, telling me my fringe was cute," he smirked.

"Well...well," I stammered. "No flirting with me while I'm working."

I finished trimming the front of his hair and came around behind him looking at my work in the mirror. I fluffed his hair with my fingers again, "You like it?"

Jordan turned his head so he could get a better look at the sides. He ran his hands through his hair a few times, "Wow, I love it. Thank you so much," he gushed.

"Anytime," I smiled. He stood up and wrapped me in a hug. I hugged him back, "I'm glad you like it, now run along so I can sweep all your hair off of the floor," I giggled.

"You gonna watch movies with us tonight?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'll be there," I told him.

"Great, see you then," he handed me my money and waved goodbye as he left the salon.

Juliet turned to me and smiled, "Aww is that your boyfriend?"

"No, no," I laughed awkwardly my face burning. "We're uh, we're just friends." I excused myself to go clean up my station, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach after what had just happened.

When my shift was over I rushed home so I could fix myself up before the guys got there.

"Who are you trying to impress?" Travis raised an eyebrow when he saw me trying to reapply my eyeliner.

"Nobody, my makeup just got kinda messed up," I insisted.

"Yeah ok," he said. He obviously wasn't buying it but he was nice enough to leave me alone about it. "I'm gonna pick up the pizza, if anybody get's here just let 'em in."

"Will do," I nodded, hooking a necklace around my neck. Travis left the room and I heard the garage door open and close as he drove off to the pizza place.

A few minutes later the doorbell rang. Travis still hadn't gotten back so I went downstairs to answer it. When I opened the front door I found Jordan standing there a box of microwave popcorn in his hands. 

"Hey," I stepped out of the way so he could come inside. "Travis will be back soon he just went to pick up the pizza. I love you hair cut by the way, who ever cuts it must be amazing." I chuckled. 

"She is," he took a step towards me. "She's really cute too," he whispered in my ear before walking into the kitchen to put down the popcorn. 

"What did I say about flirting with me?" I called after him. 

"That I couldn't do it while you were working," he smirked. I opened my mouth to say something but I knew he was right, that was what I had said.  "This doesn't look like your salon," he said looking around the kitchen "So I can call you cute all I want."

"You can but you'd be lying," I said looking at the floor. "I'm not cute."

I watched the floor as his feet stepped closer towards me. I felt his finger under my chin as he lifted my face so I was looking right at him, our noses were almost touching our faces were so close. "Shhhh" he whispered "You're cute." He leaned in towards me and we heard the click of the lock on the front door.

*A/N: Are any of these chapters even cute? Tell me if they're not and I'll try to write something cuter.*