Edgar Haircut Funny Novels & Stories

" Alex said, it looked like he had clearly enjoyed himself from all the things I had told him. Because he was smiling now. "No, it was terrible in an amusing way. I fucking had to shave my head bald, because my burnt hair made me bear a canny resemblance to a baby rat." I told him, then chucked to myself as I remembered my burnt hair. Then I began playing with my hair this time.

I finish getting ready a few minutes after Jon and Edward are downstairs. “Wow!” Edward says when he sees me. “Your hair is so bouncy.” I run my hand over a curl. “Yeah, I guess it is. Do you like it or is it too bouncy?” “I like it! You look like a princess!” “Thank you. And you look super cute in those Mickey Mouse jammies.” Edward narrows his eyes. “I’m not cute. I’m handsome.” “Ohhh, I’m sorry,” I say with a laugh. “You are very handsome.” Edward beams and looks at Jon “Like Father.”

He didn't answer anymore, he combed it and bonded it on the top of my head and cut it. He was still grimacing when he cut it, it's obvious that he regrets my hair but I don't care. This is my hair anyway not hers. He cut the rest of my long hair that wasn't tied up until it completely became mohok. "It took him a while to wake up." "I never imagined her with this hairstyle, but it suits her perfectly." "That's right. It looks like Miley Cyrus is the only peg." "Why is he also broken-hearted?" "What do you think? Could it be that he is just tripping that's why he's acting like this? What is he just addicted to?"

“My hair’s caught on something. Help.” He stared for a long beat before smirking. “Yeah, no. I’ve seen enough p**n to know where this is going. Sorry, creep, I’m not your stepbrother.” My face flushed. “This isn’t a p**n move! I’m actually stuck, you perverted skyscraper!” He laughed!—then grabbed a pair of scissors from a drawer. “Hold still, your highness.” Snip. A few strands floated to the ground.

“Tell me more.” “The bald heads were an absolute shocker for one,” She said, so serious that Killian burst into laughter. “I kid you not, Kill… here I was, mentally prepared to at least cut my hair up to my chin, but they just casually had everything off, and when I saw them, I was just like, hell no… I’m not doing this shit.”

"I got in a fight in juvie. A kid grabbed my hair and one-upped me. Shaved it ever since." "Interesting. I thought you were going to say something like you were hiding male pattern baldness or a receding hairline." One second she had him on the brink of madness and the next huffing a laugh. "No. Or, well, that may be the case now. I wouldn't know." He stared at her, wondering if she didn't like the look or something. "Why?" She shrugged. "Just curious." Again with the hands on his head. Stroking. "It's hot."

It’s now 7am and we are in the stairs, heading towards breakfast. Ashton’s hair is a cute mess, he complained he needs a haircut and I promised to cut his hair, since I have the clippers and I’ve been cutting my own hair for a while now. We actually have the same haircut. Shorter, tapered on the back and sides, longer on the top. I ruffle his hair some more, I love raking my fingers through it, his hair is so silky and thick. Ashton chuckles while looking at me. ”Love, you are making me look like a scarecrow” he playfully complains and I burst out laughing.

I let out a sigh and thought, 'Why would he bring me to a place like this? Edgar, "Ace already went inside, why are you still here? He's going to yell at us if you don't follow him or are you afraid of heights?" I nodded. "Really? Are you afraid of heights?" I nodded again. "You're different from how you were before. How did this non-stop talking stubborn girl turn into a bobble head doll?" "You don't have to know that." "Ah! There it is. The stubborn girl…" While Edgar was teasing me, Bodyguard 2 said, "Hey, move it!"

Leo narrowed his eyes at him. "Fine whatever. Just let me change" "Ok", he replied Leo came out ten minutes later in a simple pull over shirt and a denim trousers. His hair that was always slicked back in a smart look was tousled today. He looked really different from the cutthroat Leo everybody knew. He looked really handsome and youthful. "Woah!", Edgar exclaimed " A god. I have set my eyes upon a god. My friend is such a wonderful work of art", he continued in a dramatic way. Leo smirked.

“I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.” “Well, it is a prison haircut. I’m in fucking prison, Scar,” she spits out, nostrils flaring. We glare at each other for a few seconds and then burst out laughing. She reaches over the table and gives me a quick hug, ignoring the C.O. telling us not to touch.