"Zoey, it's just a haircut."

"I like getting haircuts!"

"Since when?" Max pulled the handle of the door, holding it open for a few brief moments while Zoey slipped on inside. He followed, ignoring the chiming bell that went off. He never really took Zoey to get her hair cut at an actual salon, just snipping it for her, but she had insisted. The nineteen year old found it agrivating that his baby sister sat down and threw a fit until Max agreed to take her.

"Since the last time." She replied haughtily, skipping over to sit in one of the chairs close to the desk. With a roll of his eyes, the brunet went to the desk to check her in.

"Little sister?" The girl standing at the desk smiled at him, and Max nodded.

"More like a little pest." He grumbled. "Anyways, her name's Zoey."

The girl typed into the computer while simultaneously asking, "Last name?"

"Puckett." She looked at him, quirking an eyebrow.

"Your last name is Pickett? As in pickett fence?"

Max pinched the bridge of his nose. "Puckett." He repeated, a bit louder this time around.

"Alright. She's in the computer, so you may as well have a seat. One of those idiots will be done soon." She grinned and waved him away, and Max heard a call of "you love us anyways, Izzy!" from one of the hairdressers. He settled down next to his sister, pulling the brim of his baseball cap down to hide his eyes. He laced an arm across the back of Zoey's chair and peeked over her shoulder at the style book she was looking at.

"You do know you're just getting a trim, right?"

"Yeah. But these are so cool to look at." Of course that was her logic. The siblings started bickering over the aesthetic of each haircut, where Max was on the negative side for the most part.

"Zoey?" Both of the Pucketts looked up at the younger's name, and Max pushed himself up, bringing his sister with him. He shoved her forward, not unkindly, but just enough to get her moving. A guy Max's height awaited them, orange hair up in spikes that reminded the brunet strongly of an anime character. "Hey. I'm Isaac." He smiled at her, and Zoey beamed right back, hopping into the chair he stood by. He held up some of her hair to out the cloak-thing (Max had no idea what it was called) around her neck.

"Do you want a haircut-haircut or...?" Isaac trailed off.

"Just a trim." Max responded. "She's not allowed to get a haircut any shorter than what she already has."

The redhead quirked an eyebrow at him. "You her dad or something?"

"Older brother. But I don't think our dad would be all too happy with some of the haircuts she wanted." That pulled a whine out of Zoey and a laugh out of Isaac.

"That bad, huh?" Isaac grinned as he pulled out the ponytail from Zoey's red hair. "Sorry about Isabel, by the way. She doesn't pay attention to what people say sometimes, so she screws up names." He started brushing it out, and the trio lapsed into silence for a little while as the redhead did his job.

After a lapse of silence, Zoey blurted out, "Do you style your hair?"

Isaac looked a little startled. "Huh?" He paused in combing through her hair for an instant before resuming it again, blue eyes a little wide.

"Your hair. It's all spiky and stuff. Do you style it?"

"No—it's like this naturally." He reached out and grabbed the scissors, pulling some of her hair between his fingers and snipping off probably less than a millimeter of the reddish strands.

"I'm calling bull." Max said immediately. Zoey snickered, and Isaac stiffened up a bit. "You look like a freaking anime character. There is no way that your hair is like that all on it's own."

"Well, it is." He responded, shooting an annoyed glance at the brunet. He continued snipping at Zoey's hair, slowly and carefully to make sure it was even. "You've got really pretty hair, Zoey."

"I know. I got it from our mom—Max and dad have plain old brown hair." She bragged, sounding pleased by the compliment.

"Oh shut it, Zoey." Max would have pinched her on normal surcumstanses, but that wasn't an option here. "Having brown hair isn't bad."

"Your hair is boring, though!" She argued. "You could at least grow it out like dad."

"Your dad has his hair grown out?" Isaac looked up in curiosity, standing up and pulling the cloak off of Zoey. She happily hopped out of the seat, putting her hair back up into a ponytail.

"Yeah." Max pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture. "This is him." The ginger peeked over his shoulder and then grinned, letting out a snort.

"Oh my god."

"I know, right?" Max snapped his phone shut and slid it into his pocket. "He tries to be 'hip' and 'cool'. It's so friggin' awful."

"He's fun though." Zoey pointed out.

"That's because you two have the mentality of seven-year-olds." Zoey tried to hit him, but he caught her by the wrists. Isaac watched it all in amusement, cleaning up his station with a grin.

"So this is what siblings act like." He commented.

"Nah, just us. The advantages of having a seven year difference." Max caught his hat before it tipped off of his head, pulling it down a bit more snugly.

"It's only six! I'm almost thirteen!" Zoey stuck out her tongue and Max repeated the action.

"Yeah, well my twentieth birthday is in four months. It's seven years."

Max gave a small wave to Isaac as they left his station, and Max went up to the counter to find out how much the trim cost them. He paid, glancing past Isabel to see Isaac cleaning his station again. He led Zoey out of the store.

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Heyyy! Okay so yeah I'm just gonna say now that any story I write that is supposed to be multichapter will be updated pretty spurraticly depending on interest. I won't even put a date on it because I know I won't stick to it.

Also yeah guess who's into paranatural

-Starry Eyed Artist