Gavi Haircut Novels & Stories

Tammy said. “You are preaching to the quire. I have tried to tell her this for weeks,” Gabriel agreed. “He just wants to make sure I look right, as tonight is a big thing for him,” Ava objected. “Sure, honey, you tell yourself that,” Tammy told her, and exchanged a look with Gabriel. Tammy worked her wonders on Ava’s hair as the nail technician created beautiful nails that went from black and faded into rose gold at the tip. Tammy had tamed Ava’s naturally curly hair into a slick hairdo with a low bun. Lastly, they did her makeup in a classical sooty eye and red lips.

“Interesting. Now your hair can move.” I ducked my tongue out, “It can do other interesting things too,” I said and the hair pulled him closer, making him fall on the tub. I laughed watching soap foam on his hair. “Look, hairstylist Avery gave you a new hairstyle. I call it the ‘Bubbly Jiggly look’.” He stared at me with narrowed eyes, the small hill of foam on top of his hair moving two and fro. I wish I had my phone and snapped a picture. He looked so cute.

Conservative enough for a restaurant, dangerous enough for Gabriel Ross. This was the one. I kept my hair down. I'd washed it that afternoon and let it dry naturally into loose, soft waves that fell past my shoulders. No pins, no clips, no elaborate updo. Just hair that looked like it could be gathered into a fist, and I was going to pretend I hadn't thought about that when I made the decision.

“Yes. Still a bit weak, but the shower does feel great.” “Good, have a seat over there. I’ve already drawn Valko’s blood,” he says. “It didn’t even hurt,” Valko says as I run my fingers through his blond hair, getting a feel for the thickness. “How short do you want it, Valko?” “I’d like to be able to spike it up on the top, but I want it short in the back.” “So, longer on the top and shorter on the sides. Got it,” I say, as I grab my comb and scissors, and begin cutting his hair.

I said the second she stepped inside. Avery blinked at me like I’d just suggested we rob a bank. “Cut your hair as in…trim? Layers?” “No,” I said, voice steady but low. “I want it short.” Her mouth opened. Closed. Then opened again. “Short short?” I nodded. “Like…a curly bob. Side part. I just…” I swallowed. “I want it gone. That hair held too many memories.” Avery didn’t argue, she just smiled and grabbed her cat keys of the counter.

“I mean—“ He reached out and pulled the hood of my hoodie down. “What happened to your hair? “I straightened it.” Why?” “I wanted to.” I shrugged. “It’s my hair.” “I prefer it the way it was,” he said. “With the wild curls.” Me too, Gavin. Me too. But I was trying to be agreeable and prove I wasn’t stubborn as claimed. It got me nowhere. “…easier to pull from the back,” he added casually.

Gabe lets out a quick chuckle, "Why would I want to do such a thing? Fine, only because you said so. Go get changed! I'll get you in ten minutes." He grabs the white speedos and saunters to the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. I know he'll be more than ten minutes, so I'm not going to hold my breath and wait here.For someone with short hair, he spends an awfully long amount of time styling it with his endless amounts of creams, mousses and gels. I force myself off this ridiculously comfortable bed and open the door, walking with my head sticking out without looking. Without warning, the sudden impact hits me. Just like a speeding car heading out of a drive way, I've crashed into someone

He then moved his arms in a mocking, robotic way and made his voice deep and stiff - “you - must - keep - your - hair - high - and - tight, - boys!” Cole fell onto his bed laughing, his own hair a tangle of dirty blonde curls that always stuck out in odd angles. “I think he gave up on me as far as hair was concerned in - what - the third grade? But you - I think he got to you, brother.” It was true. Garrett’s hair was known for being perfect, along with the rest of his appearance. Not a hair out of place, his perfect jaw never hidden behind so much as a layer of stubble.

Ignacio said rigid in his stance. "Alright.." Garreth said softly. "Everything is all stocked up, I think you want to freshen up. Breakfast is in an hour. I'm bringing a barber to give you a hair cut..." Ignacio ran his right hand through his shoulder length voluminous jet black hair. He knew Garreth was right, he needed to start over. From his hair to his clothing to his attitude towards life. "That's if you want to have a hair cut.." Garreth added.