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surprise (s. paulson)

"Hey everyone, it's Y/N, and today I am going to be surprising Sarah," you giggled softly to the people watching your Instagram live, "So as all of you may know, we've been living together, and she's been on my case constantly about my hair.

"I grew it longer than it normally is, and now my hairs are all over the place, not to mention she's been my test dummy for new hairstyles. You get the picture. What we are going to do, is get it cut," you finished with a grin.

The comments moved quickly, and you could barely keep up while you were walking up the street to your family's house, "Don't worry, everyone, I'm wearing my mask, and I'm not going anywhere public, just my parents' house."

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"It's completely surreal, honestly," you chuckled, "I can't believe that she's my friend, given that I've idolized her for so long, and now that we spend every waking moment together, it's every stan's lifelong dream."

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"Don't worry, I will, I'll end the live once I get in and start another one on the way home, so stay active, everyone, hugs and kisses to you all," you said, ending the live.

Ringing the doorbell, you pocketed your phone, allowing your hot breath to fog up the face shield you were using. "Hey, Y/N, long time no see."

"Hey, Marie. Where's ma?"

"Nice greeting, sis," the younger girl snorted as she let you in, "I'm presuming you called mom beforehand, right?"

"Yes, I did. I'm really overdue for a haircut."

"I'm not surprised you're giving up this early. You never could grow your hair long."

"Oh, give me a break, Marie," you groaned, re-tying your slightly past shoulder length hair, "Just because you're a girly girl who has had her hair long for her entire life, does not mean you get to make fun of me for not being able to keep mine long."

"How short are you planning?" your other sister, Sophia, asked while you washed up.

"Maybe slightly above my shoulders? I don't know, somewhere close to Sarah's hair length, it's supposed to be a surprise slash joke for her."

"Well," your mother added from the side, "let's see what we can do. Go sit down and I'll get the things so you can be in and out as quickly as you can."

With a nod, you obediently sat down on a stool that was positioned in front of a tall mirror and started combing through your mess of a mane. It had always been a routine for you to have your mom cut your hair, as it was too much work to go to a salon every single time you needed a trim.

"How short are we doing?" your mother grinned from behind you.

"Surprise me."

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"I cannot believe my hair is this short," you grumbled, "I was actually intending for slightly longer, but it's all fine."

"You look like Dora," Marie snickered with a mischievous grin.

"Don't say that!" your cousin, Paula, smacked your little sister, "It looks good, Y/N, don't worry."

"Please, it's not the look I'm worried about, we are talking about me, after all, I'm worried about the frizz."

"Just comb it," your mother stated matter-of-factly.