For obvious reasons, the next chapters will be different from the first chapters in two ways. First of all, it will be entirely in Emmett's POV. I know you guys love EDWARD, but I think that his "makeover" would be more effective if taken on another person's standpoint, especially the one who is giving the makeover. Because of this, the next chapters will be told from Emmett. Also, in the next chapters, I will be focusing on Edward and Edward only so Bella and Alice are going to take a little break from my story. But don't be worried, they will come back! Enjoy.
Chapter 7
Emmett POV
"eellloo Mistuurrr Cullen my deahs, whaaahhht can I do for you today?" Philippe, the hairdresser, asked.
I never thought that my favorite hair dresser was working at this barber shop. I've had my hair cut and styled by him for years and I was always very happy with the results. Although this Italian man might be a little bit …. Strange…. I guess you could put it that way, he had talent. And this was not a bad time to use it.
"Philippe! Thank god you're here! Okay, so as you can see, Edward needs a serious cut. His hair is getting way too hard to handle."
Edward gave Philippe a lopsided grin.
"Hey Philip."
"No Philip, es Philipeeee with ah EEEE!"
Edward nodded. Of course he had never seen Philippe before. Edward always cut his hair himself. That seriously needed to change.
"Aye yah yaye yaye! Tsk tsk tsk! That hair es no good! I shall help yahh."
Edward stared at his hair in the mirror. He apparently couldn't find anything wrong with it.
"Ohhh kayy, you sitt dawwnnn mahh deeahh. I must ahhskk yahh brother whahhhtt ii will do fuhh you today. Relax. Look at ddaa hot babes in da magazines. Britney Speahhss doesn't look half bhhadd."
Edward stared at the magazines.
"Wait do you have the special Hanna-"
Edward must've seen the killer look I gave him and stopped in the middle of the "word." He then pretended to be engrossed in the Britney Spears magazine that Philippe was talking about.
Philippe led me to the small room in the back of the high classed barber shop. In the room, there were different colors of brown shades. I immediately knew what they were for. EDWARD'S HAIR. I looked around and picked a sort of honey-brown color. I handed it to Philippe.
"This will do." I muttered.
Philippe studied the color. He opened the door, left, and came back a second later which a strand of Edward's hair color. Edward's original hair color was a muddy brown, with some blond streaks. I know when I describe it, the color seems pretty attractive, but, actually, it really isn't.
"Yes, muchhh bettah." Philippe kissed the dyed hair color and opened the door with his hand. He used his hands to motion me to get out of the room.
"How shall I cut it?" he asked.
"Anything you like. But make it gorgeous."
Philippe nodded.
"Ahhh, I see. Ohh kay. This will take meehh about two houeehhhs."
He quickly went to work. Philippe had a tradition with all his customers. When Philippe cut hair, there would be no mirror in front of the customer and a curtain around Philippe and the customer so others couldn't see the process. Philippe would only show others at the very end. I thought that this would be the reason why Philippe motioned Edward to follow him into the corner furthest back inside the room where there was a curtain hanging around. I had two free hours on my hands. What should I do? I guess I'll just shop around a bit. Maybe buy Edward some more clothes for his "new look."
I exited out of the barber shop and entered the mall. The first sign I saw was "50% off sale at Nordstrom!" Although I knew I had enough money to buy the entire mall, let alone the clothes, I thought it would be a good idea to look in the men's wear section to find something for Edward.
I walked toward the big department store. My hands felt so free without carrying all those shopping bags around. I had an urge to hunt. You know, eat animals? I shouldn't though, this was a bad sign. And besides, I just hunted the day before yesterday (yes, sometimes I do skip school to hunt.) I sighed. No matter how dearly I wished Edward to be the best that he could be, this BAM thing was really getting tiring. I mean, there's so much more than you think. And when you think you're satisfied, you're not, and you want more. I sighed again, and thought of all the things that I still had to do. I refreshed that mental checklist from my brain and added some more activities.
Workout. Two hours. (I got my abs in about an hour. Vampires grow muscles way faster than humans.)
Body tone. (Yes, vampires were supposed to be white, but Edward was extra white. Just a little hint of sun on his skin would make him look so much better.)
Hair removal. (Yes, I know that men aren't "supposed" to remove their leg hair and arm hair and "other" hair, but, Edward had a little bit too much, and so it would do him some good to remove the jungle that he's been growing in.)
Girl's Opinion (You see, I know this place where you enter and "girls" are waiting for you, giving you their opinion on your "stuff" not to mention getting paid for it. Maybe I should take Edward to one of these places.;))
I registered my mind to remember all these steps and then stepped inside Nordstrom. I went down the escalator to the men's section to check if there were any clothes for Edward.
"Hey." Someone said.
I thought she was talking to someone else, so I ignored the greeting.
"Hey," she said again.
I turned around. Rosalie, who also goes to my and Edward's school (Twilight High), was standing right next to me.
(I know right now, you're probably all like OMG, its ROSALIE CULLEN! But, sadly no. Right now, remember that Rosalie, Alice, and Bella are all humans. Only Edward and Emmett are vampires)
"Oh, hey Rose." I replied. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I don't know, just shopping
around."
"In the men section?"
"No, not really. Just had to use the restroom.
"The men's restroom?"
"No,
the woman is also on this floor."
"No, it isn't."
"Uh, yes Emmett, it is."
She pointed to a faraway door. Of course, a normal human could never see that far, but it was fairly easy for me to see that the sign said "Woman's Lounge".
"Yes, but uh, it says woman's lounge, not woman's restroom."
"There are bathrooms in the lounge."
"Uh, no there isn't."
"Uh, yes there is."
"How much do you want to
bet?"
"One hundred bucks."
Just then I heard a young woman flushing a toilet inside the restroom. I immediately knew I was wrong. I thought of undoing the bet, but I had the money anyway, and I liked the girl, so I decided just to go along with the story.
We walked across the department store to the Woman's Lounge. She opened the door just a little bit for me to see inside. Indeed, there were a row of toilets.
"Okay, you win." I handed her a hundred bucks from my wallet.
"Thanks. I needed this." She smiled. "By the way, where's Edward?"
"I'm giving him a makeover. You know, hair, clothes, everything. He's getting his hair done right now."
"Edward. A makeover? He's already super hot. But I guess he would look better with a haircut and some new clothes."
I checked my watch. It's been one hour and forty five minutes since I left the barber shop.
"Hey, he'll be done soon. Do you want to come see his new look?"
"Sure."
