I glared at Josh as he sat on the couch. Jason didn't seem to know any good barbers and Josh didn't want his hair cut, so Jason saw it as saving money. I saw it as being lazy.
Josh's hair seemed to grow since the last time we met and his hair covered his eyes. It was a miracle he could see anything! Finally, I just couldn't take it anymore.
Jason had gone out to buy some more gun bullets so it was just Josh and I in the apartment. I grabbed some rope that Jason had and snuck up behind Josh. I then tackled him to the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" he screamed, but I didn't answer. I tied his arms and legs together, then tied him to a chair.
"What's going on!" he exclaimed. I pulled out a pair of scissors.
"It's time you got your hair cut." I grinned. I grabbed the bunch of hair that was hanging in his face and snipped it off. Josh yelped a little and I smiled.
"Hey look. It has eyes." I began to snip more and more off and his hair fell to the floor. However, Josh wasn't silent during his hair cut.
"ARE YOU CRAZY! GET THOSE AWAY FROM MY HEAD! GET AWAY FROM ME! YOU'RE CRAZY! YOU ARE CRAZY! STOP IT!"
"The more you yell, the more I enjoy this. You know that, right?" I questioned with a smirk. I then snipped some more off his head.
When I was finished, I sighed in relief. He had brown eyes. I forgot about that. The more I looked at him, the more I realized that he looked like a young man as opposed to a really flat-chested girl.
I untied him and he ran to the mirror and let out a girlish shriek.
"AHHH!" he then came running back out to me. "What did you do to my hair!?" he screamed.
"… I cut it." I shrugged, using in an obvious tone.
"Oh damn it." he growled.
"What did you want to look like a girl?" I then paused and laughed. I couldn't help but start singing.
"If you were gay.
That'd be okay.
I mean cuz hey.
I'd like you anyway.
And I know that you.
Would accept me toooo!
If I told you today that I was gay.
But. I'm. Not. Gay." Josh shot a glare at me.
"Indi. I am not gay. I just liked my hair."
"If you were queer.
I'd still be here.
Year after year.
Because you're dear to me…" Josh started to walk out of the room while I continued to sing, but I grabbed his arm to keep him there.
"I'm happy.
Just being with you.
So what does it matter to me
What you do in bed with guys?
If you were gay!
I'd shout HURRAY!
And here I'd stay.
And I wouldn't get in your way.
And you can count on me.
To always beeeeeee!
Besides you every day.
To tell you it's okay,
You were just born that way.
And as some say, it's in your DNA
YOU'RE GAY!"
"I AM NOT GAY!" Josh exclaimed.
"If you were gay." I smiled. Josh stared at me with a mixture of anger and something else on his face.
In one swift movement his lips were on mine, and I was in complete shock. He then backed away and grinned.
"I told you I'm not gay." he smirked as I stared at him dumbfounded. "Mmm… I can see why Jason keeps you around. Your lips are soft."
Josh didn't see what was coming. I punched him twice. Once in the nose and the other in the face, knocking him out.
When Jason got back he was puzzled by Josh lying unconscious on the couch.
"What happened?" Jason inquired. I shrugged.
"He accidentally walked into my fist. But I did give him a haircut." Jason looked down at the guy and grinned.
"He looks good."
