It was crazy really, how long I've been friends with the tall cheese ball. I still couldn't believe it, lead alone believe I was on tour with him. Austin is amazing, with this huge talent with his vocal chords and I really wouldn't trade him with anyone in the world. Although, it'd be cool to be best friends with Mitch Lucker or Kellin Quinn, but I won't be picky either.
Austin was in the middle of chopping off his freakishly long hair. He didn't want me in the room while it was being cut because he says I'd make fun of the process, which wasn't entirely an over exaggeration. To make sure I didn't go into the room with the hair stylist, he locked the door of the hotel room and kept me in the hall way until I was done, which is pretty cruel if you ask me. He was in there for over half an hour and I was beginning to get anxious, I really didn't like his hair so much being long, it was always greasy and messy, knotty and stringy. Not a good look for him; in my opinion.
I tried texting him a couple of times, but he just yelled through the door to quit it. After being ignored for almost an hour, I gave up trying, sitting outside the door staring up at the ceiling that closed in the corridors. My mind kept scanning the scenarios that could take up Austin's head. I disliked his long hair, I just hope he didn't shave it all off.
''And why are you just sitting here,'' Alan questioned, looking from me to the door that stood ahead of me. I sighed and let him in on Austin's current activity. He cocked his head to the side in confusion. Austin loved his hair, why would he want to cut it all off? For one, he said it was always in his face. Second, it was plain annoying to look at, not that it was a big bother and all.
Alan smiled at me deviously and knocked on the door. Austin's loud, raspy voice yelled through the door, most likely at me to stop trying to get in and be patient. I rolled my eyes until Alan said something that made the door open quickly and the ginger was pulled into the room with no hesitation. My jaw hung open. He was so going to get an ear full once he opened the door again.
Just as I was beginning to worry about the cut of his hair, the door unlocked. My head snapped up to see the orange haired guitarist grinning down at me as if he just witnessed the dirtiest secret known to man. As if he'd be able to keep it to himself.
''Austin would like to see you now,'' he chirps in a voice of a desk receptionist at the window of a doctor's office. I rolled my eyes his way and pushed myself up from the wall and pushed past him to finally get a look at his hair. My heart was almost racing.
''Where is he?'' I muttered, mostly to myself as Alan closed the door behind himself and set his hands over my eyes. I struggled, surprisingly unable to escape his grip. He was pretty strong for his built. I'm almost impressed. Almost.
''Oh Austin! Oh Austin!,'' Alan sang obnoxiously behind me. I could hear Austin's chuckles coming from a distance, and his footsteps getting closer. It was a mystery to me why he wanted it to be a surprise. I hate surprises.
''Ready?'' Alan laughed. I groaned and pleaded for him to get along with it already. On the count of three he released his grip from my eyes and I let them flutter open, my vision adjusting to the light and refocusing on the man who stood in front of me. My jaw was almost on the floor by then. It was definitely NOT shaved off, but definitely NOT long and greasy anymore. It was shaved at the sides, but not a close shave and it was spiked at the top in a fo-hawk type of cut. By all means was he not completely bad looking. I was impressed.
''So? What do you think?'' the tall man gave a question, sounding almost nervous to hear a response. When I didn't answer right away, he let off a frown and his gaze fell from me to the ground, almost shrugged over. He looked kind of cute, like a puppy who was just told no. I began to laugh at his reaction because he did just as I though he would. It was mean to tease, but I was a big bully.
''It's not so bad actually,'' I walked over to him, abandoning the red head behind. I held my hand up to touch his hair, but he was way taller then I was, so he took this as an invitation to bend down. I let my hand brush the hairs that stood up at the top of his head in hair spray and smiled. ''It suits you actually.''
Right there is what made him light up. He almost jumped up in the air in excitement and pulled me into his arm, holding me tightly. He was always slightly self conscious about his hair, but now he seemed a little more confidant and it was cool to see him in such a great mood. I pulled out my phone from my back pocket, pulled up my camera and told him to cheese for the camera. Instead he closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out, acting just like himself. I snapped the picture and posted it onto every website imaginable that allowed pictures with captions. By the end of today, his hair was going to get a buzz and I was sure he'd love the attention he was about to get.
''Well, enough about my new sexy hair,'' he began. I rolled my eyes playfully and crossed my arms as Alan stood beside his band mate. ''Are you all packed up?''
''Sure am! I'm going to meet up with Jacob and say goodbye, so I'll catch up with you guys in the morning?''
''Uh, yeah,'' Austin cleared his throat, touching the back of his now bare neck and gave off a smile that seemed a little forced at first, but softened a little turning into something genuine. ''I'll text you tonight when I figure out what time we're leaving.''
''Gotcha boss,'' I gave Austin a salute, ran to him and gave him a tight hug, then shifting to Alan, which we performed the handshake we developed a little after we first met. I said goodbye once more and was out the door in a matter of seconds and was on my way to my boyfriend's house, Jacob.