Jeff Hardy Haircut Novels & Stories

His haircut suits him well; both sides are shaved, leaving the center a little bit longer and spiky. "Angel," his voice is soft in my ears. "Mad?"

I replied. They both looked at each other like this was an amusing game. I can already tell that even though they seem like mean fighting machines they are nothing but jokesters underneath it all. "I was going to cut my hair today, that's what we usually do so that people can tell us apart but, we have crazed elders on the loose so that got put on hold." One replied. A haircut? I could do that. I mean how hard could it be? "How do you usually cut it?" I asked. "I usually buzz cut the sides but leave the top a little longer to style it." He replied. Now that I look I can see that his hair is shorter than his brothers. "Okay, let's do it then." I replied smiling. His smile dropped from his fac

“Her hair is light brown? Real long? She wears it in a braid?” When he comes around the corner, my heart hits a hard beat. The fatigue sweeps away when I see how the stylist cleaned up his looks. His new haircut frames his face perfectly. Not too short on top with a little gel holding it in place and a clean fade down the sides and back. They even made him shave the scruff off his face. It makes his jaw look more square and his overall appearance more mature. Those eyes, though, they’re still overflowing with mischief.

It took a few weeks and lots of broken limbs, but I was able to walk away from it all. Jed looks different. Instead of his straggly, thin and tired usual self, he looks much better. His usual long greasy hair, is now an almost military style haircut. He has gained weight but the appropriate amount. He is all muscles and tattoos and when he looks over at me, he does something I never expected from him again. He smiles.

Which is how I ended up with extra chores for a week and an irritant Den who is getting ants in his pants from staying under 'lock-down'. “Don't know, Hannah ain't allowed, so if the Prez says yes then Hannah is going to get pissed.” I shrug when he lifts his head to face me in his 'what the fuck' look. His spiked hair is sticking up in all directions, like he just woke up, but I saw Chadley styling it for him this morning when I was getting myself a cup of coffee. I still need to get used to the blue hair he has going on. I can deal with the eyes.

and the baked goods didn't hurt. He stepped into the shop on one pretty spring day holding his carton filled to almost overflowing with baked goods. Juicy had just given him a nice haircut and it was that unruly chaotic look that came from staying up all night or from paying loads of money to a good hair stylist. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that advertised a chain hardware store, yet he looked super sexy.

In less than one hour, my hair that I have not been taking care of since the incident happened was well trimmed and in no time, I was looking like an Italian mafia boss. As for Elliot, they didn’t have to give his hair serious attention like they gave mine, neither did they have to give his hair a 360-degree change because unlike me, he has been taking good care of his hair, so they just trimmed his hair a bit and added a few spices to it

I shrugged off the look of admiration on my face and looked at him. “When did you get a new haircut?” He had gotten an undercut; the sides tapered off a bit, and the middle part was slicked back. “Not so long; come on, we are late. We need to make it there on time.” “Hmmm.” He led the way while I followed behind, still admiring him. A haircut was like makeup on a guy, and it could change everything about them. “You look beautiful, by the way.” He said offhandedly in a monotone tone, as if he were asking about the weather.

“You’re just saying that because you feel forced. Forget it—” “No, I mean it… I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings,” he cut me off, but I secretly smiled at what he said. So, after he finished his dinner… I gave him a haircut—a quiff cut. It took me 45 minutes to finish, but it was worth it because the style really suited him. He still looked natural, but there was something undeniably attractive about it. I was happy that it didn’t turn out badly. And I was proud, too, because I finally got to show off my hidden talent—something not even my own family knows about.