Wade Wilson Haircut Novels & Stories

Back when I worked at the same company, she had been one of my favorite clients. We quickly fell into easy conversation, as if no time had passed at all. Before long, we even made plans to get our hair and makeup done together the next afternoon. Time flew by, and soon it was the next day. I had arranged for a professional makeup artist to come to the house, but she could not find the entrance. Left with no choice, I threw on a simple T-shirt and went downstairs barefaced to meet her. That was when I saw Wade. He was standing outside, dressed in a formal suit, delivering documents to his boss.

Wilson told me and I laughed at Wesley's red cheeks. "I got arrested for chopping off a boy's pinky nothing bad." I shrugged and smirked at their horrifying looks. No matter how angry I could get, I could never snap at them. They were a pair of adorable 9-year olds. Unfortanately they were identical, but I could differentiate them a little. Wesley was the shy and nerdy type with a birth mark on his cheek bone and unlike Wilson, his hair was always unkempt. Wilson was the bold and too lazy type, the only thing he cherished in life was his hair. "That's cool." Wilson said, a huge smile on his face.

Sue can see the resemblance between Ford and his father. Wade has his long hair packed behind his head, the same colour as that of Ford, only longer and a little brighter. "Dad, this is a lot of tanning you've done." Ford teases when they separate. Wade laughs. "My colour is actually just coming back. You should have seen me a week ago. How's your body?" He looks down at his bullet wound although it is under the clothes he's wearing. "I went to check you at the hospital but I couldn't come inside the room... Your mum was there."

Wade was at home, working out when he casually checked the cameras at the club during his workout break. Ever since that day at Roger’s birthday party with all the embarrassment he faced, he began taking martial arts seriously, practicing at odd times. Nothing interesting ever caught his attention, except footage at the club’s car park. Two familiar women stepped out of a Bentley Continental Damson. “It can’t be,” he murmured. His best friend, Chad, who had come to visit, asked seriously, “What can’t be?”

She didn’t want to make more work for anyone, so she would cut his hair and beard outside and allow the wind to do the cleaning. He sat down just as Charlie returned with another chair and placed the case open on it, before he handed her a spray bottle with clean water. She smiled gratefully at him and wet Wade’s hair before she started trimming it. She had this idea in mind and she was sure his dirty blonde hair would look amazing in the style. Once she had trimmed and styled the hair into the style she had imagined, she stood back and grinned with pride.

The twinkling stars were reflected in the water and Olive was watching them. “Are we going for a stroll tonight?” Olive finally asked, breaking the silence. She looked up at Wayne's face and he had his eyes closed as his head leaned on the concrete platform behind. He looked ethereal with his messy curls tossled all over his head. She lifted her hand and tried to arrange them but they bounced back to their initial position. Each of the locks were thick and curled, with plenty individual strands scattered between them. His hairstyle was fancy though. He had an undercut and the back was flattened and carved cleanly.

His throat bobs, and he wears the expression of desiring to continue the argument but gives up and breathes out his concession. “Good wolf.” I commend him for shirking off that coat of stubbornness, and he scoffs loudly. “If only.” I raise an arm up, about to take off my shirt, when six heads whirl towards me like owls. “What is wrong with them?” I frown. “Have they never seen a woman train before?” Wade spits in the sand, covering it up with a stamp of the foot before entreating me. “I think it might be best if we spar with most of our clothes on. It’s cold anyway.”

Sadie replied: [Be serious! I’m serious!] Sadie sent: [Do you know that he actually beat up Wilson Gillete?] Wanda: [Oh sh*t, that cool? This is Wilson Gillete we are talking about, though?] Sadie pursed her lips in her bed and replied promptly: [Wilson came to the company today and tried being violent with me. Kayson rushed in and kicked him off.] Wanda sent a baffled doge emoji. [What a herooo~ Our darling Sadie wouldn’t have fallen for him, would she?]

“God, I’ve missed you” A low growl emanates through the trees as Wade emerges from the shadows, looking massive and furious. I breathe in sharply as I take him in. His deep green henley has its sleeves rolled up, revealing bulging forearms. His jeans hug him just right in every way. The rising sun shines through, landing right on top of his head, casting a glow that makes him look like an angel. Was he dressed like this all morning? because Damn, it’s suddenly feeling like a tiny forest.

He groans heavily running his large hands over his face and through his thick jet black curls. "Look, I don't know what to do. But we gotta do something!" He sounds and looks just lost as I am. But so handsome in this water. I love his hair it's in the style of a faux hawk fade and I really want to run my fingers through it. He has the Puerto Rican flag shaved into the left side of his head and 'Boricua' shaved on the right. His barber has mad skills. I'm thinking about taking my brothers to him for their back to school haircuts.