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𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝟺:𝟷𝟸 ᴘᴍ
"Deja de moverte y/n."
❧ Your buzzcutted friend held the green pair of kiddie scissors that you stole from Jalen- your little brother, while waiting patiently for you to stop moving your head back.
"Translate?" you scratched behind your ear after pulling onto your sleeve.
"I said, stop moving."
"Hm..okay but what if you mess them up?" you spoke out softly as you covered your mouth with your sleeves. Connie sighed and gently grasped your wrist to move your hand away from your face.
"Do you want the bangs or not? I won't mess them up," Connie spun the scissor with his finger after sticking his finger into the hole while pulling a strand of your kinky curls with his fingers. You stayed quiet to think about your decision.
Of course you wanted the bangs, you thought it would look cute if you got them. You wanted to be different than everyone else this freshman year and getting bangs was the only way to do that. To you at least.
"Fine," you whispered lowly before slowly getting up to walk towards your bathroom that was in your room. Connie walked behind you into your bathroom and closed the door.
You watched Connie peak from behind your back after standing behind you. Connie was a short guy, stood right below your shoulder. It was cute on the amount of times he would stand on his tippy toes just to give you a hug.
"Um can you sit on the counter for this," Connie tapped your shoulder as he still held the scissor in his hand. You hummed and climbed onto the counter, clasping your hands together to rest them on your thick thighs.
You firmly pressed your lips together and closed your eyes, relaxing your shoulders as you felt Connie holding the hair you parted for him in his hands. Just like he promised, he did a 10 second countdown before slowly trimming the tip of your hair.
You felt your hair fall in your hands as Connie kept cutting till he reached the end, "Bam!" he exclaimed as he tossed the scissor on the counter. You slowly peaked one eye open, then the other as you looked over your shoulder to look in the mirror.
"Connie..." you poked your bottom lip out as you slightly pouted. You stroked your hair as you kept looking at it closely, "It's not even." Connie groaned and titled his head back to look at the ceiling.
