GERRY FELT STUNNED.
He stared into the wide mirror in front of him unblinkingly, cautiously turning his head from side to side.
"Well?" Addy crossed her arms and leaned against the wall beside her.
"I like it." That wasn't a lie.
His new haircut suited his head type, or so the stylist had said. Addy's first action upon reaching the mall was to drag Gerry into a salon to get his hair cut.
When asked why his regular barber couldn't cut it, Addy just shook her head and patted his shoulder (because she couldn't reach his head) as if telling off a small child.
"It looks like we've got our work cut out for us. Now that your hair is gone, I can clearly see a major flaw in your otherwise acceptable facial appearance. Your long hair was covering your acne the whole time, why didn't you tell me it was so bad?" Addy made a tsking sound and left to talk to Ramone, the stylist.
Gerry furrowed his brows, squinting through his lenses at the mirror, scrutinizing every inch of his face, commiting it to memory, and wanting to change. He never thought for a second that change would be his downfall.
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Remedy #freeyourbody
Short Story"If it means she'll like me, it's worth the change." In which a boy needs to find a remedy to chronic uncoolness to impress a girl. [ #freeyourbody ] completed 7/10/16 #82 Short Story 2/14/16
