Falling, Fallen (BoyXBoy) ✓ [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Five

Cheyanne already had all of her hair cutting equipment set out by the time I arrived. She was already prepared for me. "Have a seat, kiddo", she echoed, pointing at the plastic covered chair. "Gotta be quiet, though. Tina's passed out in the other room. Try not to be too loud".

I nodded, and sat, turning toward the mirror. I'd almost forgotten about her mini salon. Chey really was an amazing hair dresser. My hair was still dyed perfectly from the last time I had it styled.

"Do you want it eyebrow length, or what?" Chey asked, examining my cowlicks. "I mean... we could always try a different dye if you want". I shook my head in disagreement.

"Nah", I added, examining my length in the front. "Can you shorten it on the sides and shorten the front to the middle of my forehead, please?" I placed a finger to the spot I wanted to make sure it was a final decision, which it was.

"Sure!" Chey squeaked happily. With little to no hesitation, she began doing small touch-ups on the sides of my head with extreme precision. I admired her determination and passion greatly. "You're gonna love my therapist. I'd love for you to meet him when he gets here".

"What's his name, and what's he like?" I asked, moving my head in the direction of her movements. Chey never batted an eye at my question, as I could tel she was concentrating.

"His name is Nathan, and to be honest, he reminds me of you, Xander. There's really no other way to describe him"... She was on the other side of my head now, getting just above the ear.

"Uhm"... I added, almost nervously. "So... he's an emotional mess ball, with little to no social life whatsoever, and doesn't know when to stop until he gets what he wants done?"

Chey paused, looking at me with squinted eyes. She was giving me the 'bitch I know you didn't just say that' type of look.

"Uh... no", she added, still giving me that small glare. "What I mean is, he's funny, kind, caring, and has that determination that you have. He's a great person, just like you!"

"Bro", I added with a twisted snicker across my face. "That's literally what I said, except reiterated in wayyyy nicer terms! I get it, though. I can't wait to meet him too, I suppose".

"Trust me, you won't regret it, you'll love him!" Chey chirped, now moving onto the top of my head. "Turn this way quickly". I did as told, them she continued. "You'd be surprised getting to know him".

"If you insist"... I chuckled, and watched the small chunks of hair drop in a ring around the chair I was sitting in. "Gosh... I'm so excited for our kid that's on the way, Chey! Jerick and I are gonna be dads!"

She laughed at my small realization once again. "Yeah! I'm happy for you two! Even though it's way early on, do you and your hubby have names picked out yet?"

"Ah", I mouthed, thinking of her question. "Yes, actually. Well, I don't know about him, but I have two names. If it was a boy, I'd name him Victor, and of a girl, her name would be Belle. What do you think?"

"Wow", Chey squeaked happily. "Those names are actually really adorable! I wonder what Jerick's picks would be, honestly. Did he tell you about the changes that would occur?"

I nodded. "Yes, actually. He said that his hormone levels would go more feminine... what's with that?" Chey looked up at me, and raised a quick thoughtful eyebrow, as if she was in deep concentration still.