Josh Dun Hair Novels & Stories

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.

"Look at you! A whole icon!" "Olga? What-how?" I stammered, pulling back to look at her. She looked different. Her purple hair was gone, replaced by a sharp, chic strawberry blonde bob that framed her face perfectly. "Your hair... it's real. It's beautiful." "Joshua is a good haircut-man," she laughed, winking at her fiancé.

I have to look up at them and it sucks. "Hey, Jo," Jon replies. Jax looks at me for a few seconds, then looks away uneasily. Jax is a tall guy — like everyone else around me — with curly dark hair that he has always kept short on the sides and longer but still trimmed and layered at the top. Angeline had several of his photos as a little boy and a younger teenager, in which his curly hair was long and fell around his face. She used to say she would one day trick him into a bet or something and have him grow it again.

Her hair stuck up in defeated clumps. “Fucking rejuvenation time. Just look at her. “Ouch. That’s bad. She looks like shit.” “Now you know why I called.” I pointed at Josh. “How about some wine glasses, please? Actual ones.” “Jezz, Becky, you brought alcohol?” “Bitch, shhh. Josh, I want some volume on my hair. The kind that says I woke up like this and also possibly slept with a celebrity. Don’t half-ass it.”