Jalen Ramsey Haircut Novels & Stories

“Like, completely bald? Or are we talking a buzz cut?” “Bald,” Ryan repeats. “All of it. Gone.” The barber, a wiry man with salt-and-pepper hair named Joe, sets down his clipper and crosses his arms. “You got some sort of condition I need to know about? Cancer? Alopecia?” “No,” Ryan says. “I’m fine. I don’t need a pity session. Just shave my head.” Joe hesitates, then shrugs. “It’s your hair, man. But you’ve got great hair. Thick. Full. You sure you wanna waste it?”

The boys had full heads of hair, it was a pain in the ass to cut it all the time because it fell in their eyes, but it grew like weed on their heads- Kaitlyn’s didn’t, but she had the most beautiful ash-blonde color with caramel highlights that sparkled under the sun.

It was then that I remembered that during on of the photo shoots my hair was styled wildly to fit the theme and costume and some of the spikes were probably still visible even if I did brush my hair. I should wash the gel out of my hair to get rid of the spikes. I slammed my plate down on the counter and turned to her. "Listen bitch!" I said politely but fiercely "I do what the fuck I want with my hair! Don't start criticizing because we all know you've got one centimeter of natural hair under that mass of weave so stuff it Jennifer." I walked out not wanting to hear anymore shit. Xavier's POV Royalty's hair was packed of styling gel and her natural waves and curls were clearly visible. It l

She used to get startled by his desire to be naked but got used to it by now. "Your haircut!" she suddenly remembered. "Your barber fixed an appointment for you this evening. So don't forget," she walked closer. "You have long hair and your hairline is perfect too..." she wanted to touch his hair but held back her urges. "A classic pompadour hairstyle will suit you best...it will go well with your beard too..." "Pompadour, huh?" Jeremy asked, running his fingers through his hair. His barber always asks him to style his hair that way, but he'd refuse since he doesn't like to put much effort into styling his hair every day.

Instead of tying my hair up in a messy bun, I do that to Ransom instead. “Awe, Ran is being such a good boy. When was the last time you’ve seen him like this?” Arson asks Jase, who is pondering the question. Jase scratches his short, multicolored beard. It has blonde, red, brown, and black all in it. He just started growing it out a few weeks ago and keeps it nice and neat. “Not since we were teenagers, at least. He is usually always on guard, so for him to just fall asleep like this…” Jase trails off and then shakes his head. “I honestly don’t remember.”

Except radically different from how I remembered him. He was just as tall, but now he had longer, shaggier hair that was perfectly tousled and styled. His face was leaner, with more pronounced cheekbones, and he sported a couple days’ worth of fashionable stubble. He wore high-end jeans, pointed-toe leather shoes, a black t-shirt with the Union Jack and pictures of four band members on it, a fancy leather jacket, and a small rawhide necklace that looked like he’d picked it up surfing in South America or on some other exotic adventure. My first thought was, Damn, Ryan got CUTE.

They had more than doubled the customer base and had three other employees working under them besides the work they did themselves and the part time help from their dad. Jacob and Jason both had their hair styled in a quiff but Jacob had spikes of blond highlights in his and kept it long and textured in a straight up and straight back fashion. Jason’s was his natural dark brown, faded more at the sides and of a medium length on top that he kept swept to the right. Jacob kept his face clean shaven whereas Jason kept the remnants of a five o’clock shadow and a very finely trimmed mustache.

Now that he was shaving his head, he didn’t feel bad about losing his hair. When Adan was done, he stepped back and asked, “What do you think?” Ryan looked into the mirror, his reflection staring back at him. He could see a different version of himself but he didn’t mind. The bald look made him stand out but he loved it. It was a symbol of his road to recovery. If not for Jason, Ryan wouldn’t have even had a chance to cut off his hair, so he was very grateful for the opportunity to get treated. “It’s not bad,” Ryan admitted. “Grandpa was right. I look handsome.”

I had planned on doing a lot of paintings with Jalen. Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock. “It’s me,” Jalen said before pushing the door open. He walked in holding a tray with a steaming bowl of ramen, neatly sliced boiled eggs, vegetables, lots of meat and a cup of juice. The smell loomed into the room, instantly making my stomach growl. “Homemade, I hope you like it,” he said proudly. I giggled. “Are you trying to impress me, Prof?” But just as he was setting the tray on the bedside table, a drop of the hot broth splashed onto the back of my hand.

"Layered cuts on the sides will cover her wide cheeks, making her face look slimmer. We'll also add highlights to add dimension." Rena could only stay quiet, letting the stylists work. She watched her reflection in the mirror, watching her long, messy hair being cut. Each snip felt like something was being taken from her, but strangely, she didn't feel sad. She felt relieved. After two hours, the makeover process was complete. The stylist spun Rena's chair to face the large mirror in front. Rena could hardly believe what she saw. Her long, messy hair was now cut into a layered style that fell softly around her face. The layers of hair perfectly covered her wide cheeks, making her face look s