"I have an appointment with my barber in like twenty minutes, babe. I gotta go…" Bellamy mumbled against his girlfriend's lips.

"Bell, we have fifteen minutes of alone time until my dad comes home. Then I will be on vacation for two weeks. Do you really want to stop for a hair appointment?"

"Mmm no, but I have our weekly dinner with my mom and O. I have to cut my hair or my mom will give a lecture."

"Just cut it yourself. It will be fine. I trust that you can manage giving yourself a trim." Echo said as she pulled her shirt over her head.

"Uh yeah. Great idea, babe." Bellamy mumbled as he watched his girlfriend toss her shirt over the side of her bed. He pulled the grinning girl onto his lap and leaned back into the pillows behind him. "I can totally handle that..."


"Your hair looks...hip, big brother." Octavia squeezed out between snorts of laughter.

"Fuck off, O. Echo thought I did a great job."

"I think she's morally obligated to say that since she's the one who told you to cut your own hair."

"I think you're morally obligated to shut the fuck up." Bellamy muttered under his breath as he pulled a baseball cap onto his head.


This is based on my roommate's addiction to cutting her own hair. She had to go to the salon to get it fixed...and ended up with a bob.