*Note this is meant to be for a time when Van has grown out his hair- Shameless style*

"Mom, Van has grown out his hair and refuses to cut it!" Cheyenne squealed running into her mother's room in the middle of the night.

"Cheyenne, can this possibly wait for the morning? It's his hair, he can grow it however he likes," Reba groaned, rolling over in her bed.

"He refused to shower because he didn't want to mess up the perfect french braid he and Elizabeth made three days ago," Cheyenne pointed out, leaning on one hip.

"Well... it is getting kind of long..." Reba agreed.

"Can't we like cut it while he's asleep or something?" Cheyenne wondered.

"Yeah, let's go attack your husband and chop off all his hair..." Reba said sarcastically.

"I'm on it!" Barbra-Jean called out, crawling out from under Reba's bed. She stopped in between them long enough to pull out a spare pair of scissors out of her ponytail and then ran down the hall to Van and Cheyenne's room.

"What the hell were you doing under my bed!" Reba called after her.

"Van, Van, wake up! They're coming for you," Brock called, running out of the closet.

"What the hell are you doing in my house too! Don't you have your own house to live in?"

"I had to keep an eye on her," Brock pointed out. "Last time she came over here in the middle of the night she stole a lock of your hair and said she was going to clone you."

"She WHAT?"

"Barbra-Jean! What did you just DOOOO?" they heard Van call from inside the room.

"I got it!" Barbra-Jean said, holding up the braid as they all traipsed in the room.

"That is so cool!" Jake called, running over to her.

"You know what Jake... why don't we go play a little game... it's called hangman, and we'll use Van's hair for the rope," Kira said, dragging Jake out by his shoulder. "This is going to be fun," she snickered.

"Barbra-Jean, you can't just take a man's hair!" Van said, sitting up right, feeling the back of his head where his hair used to be.

"Yeah, the man's hair," Brock piped in.

"Will you please take your psychotic wife home..." Reba told him. "And get rid of that lock of my hair. She doesn't need a clone of me."

"But Reba... we'll be best friends for ever." Barbra-Jean said as Brock shoved her out the door. "I'll be back for you," she whispered back to her.

"Let's go to bed," Reba said, shivering off the crazy. "We'll take you to get the rest of it cut off tomorrow, so it doesn't look so... eh, what am I saying, it looked crazy before."

Cheyenne and Van slipped back down into bed. Van rolled over on his side. "I can't believe she cut off my long beautiful hair."

"Shh, Van, you'll get over it," Cheyenne whispered, finally able to drift off to sleep. "I already have."