Kevin Alvarez Haircut Novels & Stories

I grab an overall coat and wear it, hiding what’s underneath. My honey blonde hair is pulled into a high ponytail, earlier. I had considered dying it flaming-red, it might make me feel more...sexy, but I discarded the thought right away. My lips, painted in a cherry plum lipstick makes me look more favorable to the eye. Done, perfect. Now, I can leave. I start to walk towards the door, but it’s pushed open and Kevin saunters in, like the asshole that he is, reeking of alcohol.

But the thing was actually done and Keven who was actually screaming internally because his crush actually hugged him from behind, he excused himself from the table, not wanting his crush to see his fan boy state. "Will he be okay? I mean, I shouldn't have held him like that?" "I don't know? Why don't you go after him? I mean check if he is okay or not?" Brandon and Jonathan gave Alvin a look for what he was doing. Jennifer nodded and went to the direction where Keven had went off. Brandon glared at Alvin. "What? I am doing them a favor. They both seems to like each other." Alvin shrugged. "Congratulations both of you, Allen and Alvin." Sara, Trisha and Brandon also congratulate them.

My dad did, Kael did and some other men I saw tonight did. Alex did– But Kevin didn't. He let his hair fall over his face making him look more like a rockstar. “I’m done,” I announced. He jerked towards me. Smiling, he took my hand. “Shall we?” he asked. “Should your boyfriend see this? How would he feel? Hope he'll be glad though,” a sharp voice cut through. Apparently, it was Taylor's. “You look beautiful in that extremely short gown, Tay,” I smirked.

I was sitting in one of the barber stalls, a black cape draped over my shoulders, grains of sand already sneaking onto the mat beneath my feet. “Hold still,” Kevin said, clippers buzzing near my ear. He was my usual barber. I stared out at the water while he worked. The ocean was calm, blue stretching endlessly, waves rolling in slow and patient. Once he was finally done, he looked at me through the mirror, a big grin on his face. "How is it?" "Killed it, mate." I praised , checking myself out in the mirror. "As usual." It was the same simple haircut I always got. A bleached buzz cut. I reached up, rubbing a hand over my scalp.

A few minutes later, my phone chimes again. Kevin: look behind you for a second. He's here, isn't he? So standing up, I turn around and find Kevin leaning against a tree. He is looking in my direction with his eyes drooped with sadness. His shoulder-length blonde hair is tied in a small pony behind his head. He looks sober, much sober than yesterday. He was completely knocked out of his senses when I last saw him. But he's here now. I shouldn't recall what has happened. He walks towards me and I excuse myself from Kathy for a while, I go to him.

I decided to wait for something more spicy. I took a pic of me holding the bulge in my own boxers. Luckily I was only half hard and it wasn’t too obscene. *Damn, putting me to shame.* Come on Kevin. Send more. I’d totally given up on watching the TV. My eyes were glued to my phone. A new snap arrived. I quickly opened it. Kevin was tugging down his waistband revealing his bush. The hairs were dark and curly but they looked kinda soft. *I should probably trim huh?*

" The air was getting colder and colder; it was almost midnight. With unsteady steps, he made my way home. Remember, there was still someone waiting—Alvaro. Plus, Alvaro would wake up from a nightmare. Kean didn't want Alvaro to see him in such a mess. Kean had just cleaned himself up and was now staring blankly at the mirror while drying his mane. Kean had noticed his black hair slowly disappearing but didn't pay much attention to it. Because of Alvaro's existence and also because of Dean's death. Making himself use Dean's identity as a manipulation of life. Alvaro didn't know Kean, only Dean. His hand began to move to dye his mane black again, then he turned his head when the door to his r

Henzie shifted her gaze to Kevin, then back to Arabella. "I'll wait for you outside," said Arabella, releasing her hand and leaving the cafeteria. "May I ask you a question?" Henzie opened her voice carefully after Arabella left. "Of course. What do you want to ask?" Kevin replied quickly. "Th-that... is your silver hair and red eyes real?" Kevin seemed to show a little surprise at Henzie's question. He was silent for a moment, but soon the man just laughed a little. "You know, my hair is actually blonde, but I

Oh man, another beautiful girl, and she is taken. And later comes a part of the street where salon after salon were established. I watch how a middle aged woman dries her client’s hair with a blower. To where she points the mouth of the blower the brown artificially colored hair was blown with force. ‘I think I need a haircut.’ Kevin said in which I laughed, thinking he is bald, like badly bald. Well this guy doesn’t need to grow hair on his head to be handsome, for he truly is good looking, and with that thanks to his Spanish ancestors. And sometimes when beautiful girls are around and among us three, they will often notice Kevin while over looking at me and Charlie, Oh boy there’s a little

Kevin didn't rush in getting out of the bathroom, he intentionally took quite a longer time than usual so that he would give Bella enough time to get prepared, even though he liked to tease her, he respected her privacy very much and he wasn't such a pervert who would take advantage of her, and that too not with her consent, and to add on that, he didn't want to rush her into intimacy when she was not ready yet, he would just wait until when she is ready and fully willing to be intimate with, this was what was on Kevin's mind, but when remembered that he was never bound to love any woman he immediately dismissed the thoughts from his mind. It was only ten minutes later dud Kevin finally got