You're so hopeless, you don't even know it, chapter 2
It's been about a week since I've moved in with Betty, what a lifesaver! Then her parents don't mind me being there, since I'm a so called, "good person," and Betty says I'm improving, so they let me stay. I bet Betty told her parents about my history; that must explain all the sympathy they feel for me.
Anyways, right now I'm lying on Betty's bed, while she is strocking my strand of hair, pushing it back, enjoying my face.
She asked me out of the blue, "Do you want me to cut your hair? Punk style?"
I turned my head, shifting my face to her, and said, "Really? You actually want to?" She replied, "Whatever you want, I just asked for your approval."
I nodded and said, "Ok, let's do this."
She smiled and gave me a peck on the lips, and said, "Let's go get the stuff ready."
We stood up as Betty slid her pale fingers through mines and dragged me to the bathroom. She went in and started to get the stuff ready as I leaned on the doorway, staring at what she was doing. When she was finished, she signalled me to come over and closed the door behind her.
I sat myself on the small chair as she slid a medium sized towel around my shoulders. She got her blue sissors and started to cut away until there was enough hair left. I felt my strand of hair disappearing second by second until I could see everything with both eyes.
When she was finished cutting, she massaged some gel through my hair. She started spiking it in all the places she could reach, then she said, "All finished! Take a look in the mirror."
I stood up from the small chair, and stared at the new person staring back at me. I couldn't believe the magic she did with my hair, it was gone, but in a good way; now I went from sad emo to punk kid. I rubbed my hair, touching the the small spikes and was pretty much pleased.
She asked me worryingly, "Do you like it?"
I turned to her and smiled; she smiled at me sweetly, but then again confusingly. She said, "Ok, is that a yes or a, 'I miss my hair so much, but thank you anyway'?"
I replied, "I love it, you did a great job. Thank you, baby." I gave her a warm hug and a peck on her soft lips.
She smiled and said, "I'm really glad you liked it. I'm going to put this stuff away, and you meet me in my room."
I replied, "That sounds good, I'll be leaving now, and you stay pretty."
She laughed and pushed me slightly on my arm as I left to her room. I sat on her comfy bed, staring at my surroundings. Her room was pretty tidy with a light shade of pink covering the walls. She had posters of Christian bands and had enough room for everything she had.
She came through the doorway and closed the door behind her. I smiled at her as she came my way, she just seemed to light up the room. She sat by me and rested her head on my shoulder; a sense of calmness came over me, and I snaked my arm around her shoulder. The moment felt so right, so perfect that I even forgot why was I here for.
She looked up at me and said, "Do you want to sleep with me tonight, than in the spare room?"
I replied, "Yeah, I'd love to."
She gave me a small kiss, but was afraid to kiss me passionately, so passionately that would lead to sex. Since her religion is really strict with that, I would like to save it for marriage, like it's supposed to be. We just sat there in the quiet, but it was more of a comfortable quiet than an awkward one.
After a while, I was getting really sleepy, and so was Betty, so she laid down first, then I followed. I snaked my arm to her waist, holding on to her tightly, just as she slipped her fingers with mine. There we were, sleeping, without any worries, or any troubles, just me and her, unseparatable and in love.
Anyways, right now I'm lying on Betty's bed, while she is strocking my strand of hair, pushing it back, enjoying my face.
She asked me out of the blue, "Do you want me to cut your hair? Punk style?"
I turned my head, shifting my face to her, and said, "Really? You actually want to?" She replied, "Whatever you want, I just asked for your approval."
I nodded and said, "Ok, let's do this."
She smiled and gave me a peck on the lips, and said, "Let's go get the stuff ready."
We stood up as Betty slid her pale fingers through mines and dragged me to the bathroom. She went in and started to get the stuff ready as I leaned on the doorway, staring at what she was doing. When she was finished, she signalled me to come over and closed the door behind her.
I sat myself on the small chair as she slid a medium sized towel around my shoulders. She got her blue sissors and started to cut away until there was enough hair left. I felt my strand of hair disappearing second by second until I could see everything with both eyes.
When she was finished cutting, she massaged some gel through my hair. She started spiking it in all the places she could reach, then she said, "All finished! Take a look in the mirror."
I stood up from the small chair, and stared at the new person staring back at me. I couldn't believe the magic she did with my hair, it was gone, but in a good way; now I went from sad emo to punk kid. I rubbed my hair, touching the the small spikes and was pretty much pleased.
She asked me worryingly, "Do you like it?"
I turned to her and smiled; she smiled at me sweetly, but then again confusingly. She said, "Ok, is that a yes or a, 'I miss my hair so much, but thank you anyway'?"
I replied, "I love it, you did a great job. Thank you, baby." I gave her a warm hug and a peck on her soft lips.
She smiled and said, "I'm really glad you liked it. I'm going to put this stuff away, and you meet me in my room."
I replied, "That sounds good, I'll be leaving now, and you stay pretty."
She laughed and pushed me slightly on my arm as I left to her room. I sat on her comfy bed, staring at my surroundings. Her room was pretty tidy with a light shade of pink covering the walls. She had posters of Christian bands and had enough room for everything she had.
She came through the doorway and closed the door behind her. I smiled at her as she came my way, she just seemed to light up the room. She sat by me and rested her head on my shoulder; a sense of calmness came over me, and I snaked my arm around her shoulder. The moment felt so right, so perfect that I even forgot why was I here for.
She looked up at me and said, "Do you want to sleep with me tonight, than in the spare room?"
I replied, "Yeah, I'd love to."
She gave me a small kiss, but was afraid to kiss me passionately, so passionately that would lead to sex. Since her religion is really strict with that, I would like to save it for marriage, like it's supposed to be. We just sat there in the quiet, but it was more of a comfortable quiet than an awkward one.
After a while, I was getting really sleepy, and so was Betty, so she laid down first, then I followed. I snaked my arm to her waist, holding on to her tightly, just as she slipped her fingers with mine. There we were, sleeping, without any worries, or any troubles, just me and her, unseparatable and in love.
