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Chapter 1: Scissors
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A/N: OMG ITS NUMBER 3!!! Lol. Im amazed we made it this far with the story. Ill try to make it as amazing as I can. Ps Im so sorry my chapters seem to get shorter and shorter.
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Mitchie smiled popping up behind the sleeping Shane.
She smiled as she pulled up a pair of scissors.
Holding back laughter she grabbed a lock of his hair.
And cut it.
She smiled continuing this with the rest of his hair.
Cutting off each lock.
Every 2 inches at a time.
And she left it there.
And ran off.
Immature.
Yes.
But a reason behind it.
Always.
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Shane rolled over feeling something scratchy.
He smirked grabbing it.
He opened his eyes.
And his eyes widened seeing what was in his hand.
Hair.
He sat up running his hands through his now nonexistent hair.
What the hell had happened.
All of his hair was surrounding him.
And he now had a butchered hair cut.
A short butchered hair cut.
Shane Gray doesnt do short.
Especially not kindergartener short.
And he already had a really good idea as to who did it.
He looked around the loft.
No Mitchie.
He popped his head outside the door.
There was Mitchie.
Sitting there.
As if she was waiting for him.
"Like your haircut?"
She was holding back laughter saying it.
"Yes I just adore it."
He rolled his eyes sarcasm dripping.
"Oh lighten up Shane."
"No. I dont do short hair. Ill never do short hair."
"Well to bad now you do short hair. Besides I needed to get your attention somehow."
"Okay what do you want Mickey."
She laughed.
Stupidest nickname ever.
Yes.
But it was one of those things.
Where only one person can call you by a stupid name.
She smiled.
"Okay."
"Okay..."
"Wanna get married?"