The Girl I Met at the Beauty Salon

[PART 1: Mocha Skinned Roses]

Prologue:

This is a story of boy meet's girl. A story of two people who become closer then a fat kid too cake, and a dog to it's bone. So close, they end up hating each other. But, fate has a funny way of deciding how life goes, and everything ends up happening for a reason. Now, keeping this in mind, are hero, Duncan, is not any sort of prince charming, but, he is none the less the only guy in TDI that can seem to actually get girl's, so he will have to do.

Now, this might be a love story, but not every story has a happy ending.

You have been warned.

I hate her. I love her. I can't sleep when shes here, but when she's gone I dream about her. She burns our love to the ground, and builds it back up.

I think of all of this while I drift in and out of sleep, and only one image burns in my head; Courtney.

We've known each other since elementary school. Ever since my first few days of making fun of her for being a girl, and her laughing at me and kicking my ass, we were the best of friends. Time went on, and here I am, all the way in high school. So much has changed, but still, her mocha skin, her beautiful brown hair. God, I just want all of it.

Wait... since when have I given a fuck about poetry?

I remember this prank in 7th grade, when I was going to throw a whole gallon of paint onto her, at this end of the year party. I poured it all over her, and she got really mad and slapped me in the face. What she did next, though, surprised me. She grabbed my face, and started kissing me. Not a peck, not making out, but just one, long, passionate kiss. And that was it. I was sold.

I know you still think about me. And that's why it hurts. Knowing you still car, knowing I still care, knowing, but never doing. Life is too complicated.

We dated for so long, I thought we'd end up getting married or something. Then, 5 months ago, she changed. She cared about the fact that I was punk, and not a little prep like her. I was more worried about football then grades, which really upset her for some reason. So, she said we'd take a break so she could study for her finals. Then, she hooks up with that douche bag Tyler. By god, that was probably the worst part of it all. We hate each other, as he's been trying to steal my position on the football team for years, once, he even tried poisoning me. So, anyway, I called her out, in front of everyone, and made her cry. Then, when I got home, I cried.

It's called break up, because it's broken.

We tried fixing it, we even hooked up a few times, but then, she dated Trent, and they've been going steady for over 3 months now. So, all I can do is pretend I don't care, and support what ever the fuck she does with the rest of her life.

Ashes to ashes, we all fall down. If there is no one there, does it still make a sound?

My alarm goes off, but I sleep through it. I don't care what I'm supposed to be getting up for, nothing can move me from this bed.

"Duncan!" My mom screams. "It's time for your hair cut!"

I get dressed, and run down as fast as I can. When my mom scream's like that, I know I have to get going.

"Mom, I'm not getting a military buzz cut like dad wants." I say, just as I sit down at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal and milk.

"Duncan, we both know you just got off parole after stealing that radio." she says strolling into the kitchen. "And if you don't listen to me, I can-oh god, what am I doing?" she says getting all teary eyed. "I'm threatening to send my son to jail over a hair cut!"

Well, she does hate my haircut. So much, she probably would send me back just so it get's cut.

"I'm sorry honey." she says walking away, with tears dripping down her face.

"Fine, I'll go." I say getting up and walking towards the garage, with the bowl of cereal still with me.

Just to make it clear, my mom isn't even really crying. My family is full of actor's, all of us being to portray emotions pin point on. I don't like being fake, and neither does my dad, Sergeant Ass wipe, but my sister and mom do it like champs.

"So, where is the hair cut anyway?" I say after getting into the car, turning on the radio to a heavy metal station.

"A new place." my mom says instantly turning the volume down, before her ears explode. "I think you'll like it!"

"I hope so..." I murmur under my breath.

We drive all around Toronto, but still I haven't seen any hair cut places or anything. We pull into a parking lot. On one side is a huge pink building entitled "Meganolia Hair Styles and Salons", and the other is a Hooters. I ran into the Hooters faster then you can say "no-way-in-fucking-hell-am-I-getting-my-haircut-at-a-salon". I actually end up eating there, as my stylist is busy with one of her "clients". Her name's Candy. I could be wrong, but she sound's more like a stripper then a hairdresser.

With still 20 minutes left to kill, I decided to take a nap, while my mom talked to her friends about their big plans for tonight. Big plans=watching the Jersey Shore. Parent's, gotta love them. Finally my time is up, and as much as I could complain about getting my hair cut at this establishment, I decide to suck it up and just deal with it like a man. Also, my mom bribes me with 50 bucks.

"Welcome!" the hot chick says at the front desk. I'd wreck her, just saying.

"I have an appointment for my son, Duncan." My mom says back, smiling. I was totally frowning.

"Right this way." the hot lady at the front desk says, leading me deeper into the hair styling place. "By the way, you're cute." she whispers into my ear.

Pretty sure I just got excited off of that. She then proceeds to giggle, and lead me to my hairdresser person/thing.

There was more pink then I had ever seen in my life, or any color, for that matter. And even worse, there were people I knew from my school that were there. I just waved and laughed, brushing it off as a joke.

"Hello, my name's Candy, and I'll be your hairdresser today." she says to me smiling.

"Hi my name's Duncan, and I love you're boo-I mean hair." I say, catching my self.

"Thanks, so what would you like too do today?"

You.

"Just do what ever, it need's to be shortened."

And with that, Candy began her assault on my hair. Another hour or so passes bye, when a girl sits next to me. This was taking forever, so I got bored and looked over to see who it was. Who ever it was, she was outstandingly pretty, but didn't seem to notice me at all. She see's me looking at her, and looks back at me.

"A guy in here?" she says laughing as turns her head back to the mirror. "You must really be in touch with your feminine side, especially with all those piercings."

"Oh shut it." I say sarcastically.

"Mom force you to get the hair cut?" the blonde asks back.

"Yeah, but for 50 bucks it's so worth it."

"Ah, bribery?" she says chuckling. "You must be really hard to convince."

"I'm sort of a criminal, living in a family with two different law enforcement officers. I go at all cost's to disrespect authority."

"Well I bet underneath all that bad boy punk, is a really nice guy." she says, smiling sincerely.

Who the hell is this chick?

"Well that nice guy does like to keep his hair the way it is." I say, looking at it in the mirror, while Candy continues to go ham on it.

"It'll grow back, I promise."

"Spit shake on that?" I say spitting on my hand.

What am I doing? This chick must think you're like gross or something.

She then spits in her hand, and shakes back. "Promise." she says giggling.

Wow, she seems mad cool. We then get into a deep conversation about life, high school, and all this other stuff about ourselves.

"We go to the same high school?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm on the swim team and volleyball team, I also surf outside school. You play anything?" she asks.

"Yeah, football, I was starting quarterback this year."

"Oh, you're Duncan? I've heard a lot about you..."

"Any of it good?" I say, curious.

"Well..."

"You don't have to answer that." I say, laughing like an idiot. "So are you really sporty?"

"Not really, I guess I'm strong, but not like rough and tough."

"Ever thought of going punk or scene?" I say imagining her as one.

"It's not for me." she says looking all serious. "If it fits who you are, then go for it. But I was not made to be a punk, a prep, or a jock. I was made to be a surfer, and that's who I'll be."

Deep.

"So you believe in certain high school social classes?" I ask her.

"No, I believe in personality."

And with that, Candy finishes the haircut. "All set dear, you look soooooo amazing."

Please, just kill me.

"It doesn't look that bad..." the blonde girl says, trying to hold her laughter in.

My mo hawk is more of a fro hawk now. It honestly doesn't look that bad... but I still wish I had never gotten it cut in the first place.

"Thank you Candy." I say, as I get up and pay with the money my mom gave me. She's out running an errand, so I still have time to kill.

"So, if we go to the same high school, why have I never seen you around?" I ask.

"Maybe I've been there, and you never looked. I heard you have a huge crush on Courtney."

"How do you know that?"

"Everyone knows that, you follow her around like a lost puppy, even though I heard you two broke up a while ago. I'm also pretty close with her, but I didn't meet her until a few months ago. I heard she treats you like shit, dude."

"True that, but I don't know. There's no one else I like." I say.

"Try looking." The blonde says smiling.

I check my phone, and I get a text from my mom saying she's waiting in the car.

"How do I look?" the blonde girl asks, as her haircut is finished up.

I turn to see, her once pony tailed her, now shorter only up to her neck, with a bang going to the side. It looks really hot!

"Umm... it's pretty?"

Smooth Duncan.

"Aww, thanks!" she says hugging me.

"Why'd you hug me?" I ask as she lets go.

"I hug all my friends, duh!" She says giggling again.

Friends.

That word burns for some reason.

"Can I see your phone?" she asks.

"Sure."

She fidgets around with it, then give's it back.

"I texted myself on it, so you have my number. Just text me sometime, we should really chill, inside or outside of school is fine." she says.

"That sounds cool."

I look at the phone, and realize that I still don't know her name. She didn't save the number under a contact.

"Wait!" I ask as she walks away.

"What?" she says opening the front door.

"What's your name?" I ask

"Bridgette." She says smiling, as she walks out the front door.

The girl who I met in the beauty salon.

Bridgette.

A/N: So what do you think? Should I keep it was a one shot, or go ahead? Tell me what you think!