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Sam eagerly awaited Logan in the kitchen early the next morning. Since they were early risers they figured that the best time would be to start in the beginning of the day. Logan walked in and poured himself a cup of coffee, strong and black.
"All right kid. Commandment number one: Thou shall not wear a mullet. I swear every time I look at your hair I feel like shearin' it with my claws. So you're goin' to go to the barber today and cut it all off."
"Ah guess so, sir." Sam felt slightly weird, he liked his hair but if it was preventing him from getting Rhane certain sacrifices had to be made.
He left early that morning and arrived at the barber shop Logan recommended and waited until the shop opened at nine in the morning. The barber opened the door and allowed him to enter.
"Ah! Ya must be Logan's friend." The barber was a very scary, very hairy man. He had a tattoo on his arm that said 'Pay up or Die'. Sam gulped and sat down in the rough looking leather chair. "Which number ya want?"
Logan had given him the number already. "Seven, sir." The barber grinned and took out his scissors. Sam closed his eyes and didn't open them until the barber was done. When he opened his eyes his mouth fell open. "Oh mah goodness!"
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Sam ran inside the institute trying to hide from everyone, unfortunately his sister had just come down with Rhane.
"Hey Sam why are ya running fo-." Ashley's mouth fell open when she looked at her brother's hair. Rhane didn't know how to react, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Ya look like Logan." She said. Sam wanted to die. The barber had created on his thick mane an exact replica of Logan's hair. He hadn't known all the hairspray and blow drying Logan had to do to get it to stay the way it was but Sam was embarrassed enough to not share the intimate details of Logan's beauty routine. He ran off to find him.
Turned out he was outside working on his bike. When Logan looked up he smiled, satisfied.
"So did she fall to her knees?"
"Well she almost did," Sam said. "Of laughter. How could ya do this ta me! Ah look like an idiot!" Logan gave him a glare but Sam was too weirded out to back down. "How is she supposed ta like me?"
"Look, the only reason your hair looks funny kid is because your clothes make you look like you're trying too hard. How many guys wear flannel shirts buttoned to their neck with ironed jeans?" Sam stared at him with wary eyes and cross arms. "Commandment number two: Thou shall not dress like a redneck. Follow me."
Sam followed Logan into his bedroom. Logan shifted through his drawers and found a black t-shirt that would fit Sam's torso and than went to Sam's room. He pulled out a pair of Sam's tightest jeans and the black boots he had used to work on the garden they had made for Ororo. "Change into these kid and watch her scream when she sees how manly you are. Don't come back down till a little before lunch we want the other image to disappear."
"That'll be a little hard to forget." Sam mumbled.
"We're havin' that barbecue today so ya can help me lift the chairs and stuff; I heard your sis and Rhane talkin' 'bout how they were gonna check the studs out." Logan flexed a muscle and left the room.
Sam stared at the clothes and shifted from one foot to another in nervousness, he hoped this one would work out. But of course it would! Logan knew exactly how to get a girl! Didn't he?
Sam eagerly awaited Logan in the kitchen early the next morning. Since they were early risers they figured that the best time would be to start in the beginning of the day. Logan walked in and poured himself a cup of coffee, strong and black.
"All right kid. Commandment number one: Thou shall not wear a mullet. I swear every time I look at your hair I feel like shearin' it with my claws. So you're goin' to go to the barber today and cut it all off."
"Ah guess so, sir." Sam felt slightly weird, he liked his hair but if it was preventing him from getting Rhane certain sacrifices had to be made.
He left early that morning and arrived at the barber shop Logan recommended and waited until the shop opened at nine in the morning. The barber opened the door and allowed him to enter.
"Ah! Ya must be Logan's friend." The barber was a very scary, very hairy man. He had a tattoo on his arm that said 'Pay up or Die'. Sam gulped and sat down in the rough looking leather chair. "Which number ya want?"
Logan had given him the number already. "Seven, sir." The barber grinned and took out his scissors. Sam closed his eyes and didn't open them until the barber was done. When he opened his eyes his mouth fell open. "Oh mah goodness!"
***
Sam ran inside the institute trying to hide from everyone, unfortunately his sister had just come down with Rhane.
"Hey Sam why are ya running fo-." Ashley's mouth fell open when she looked at her brother's hair. Rhane didn't know how to react, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Ya look like Logan." She said. Sam wanted to die. The barber had created on his thick mane an exact replica of Logan's hair. He hadn't known all the hairspray and blow drying Logan had to do to get it to stay the way it was but Sam was embarrassed enough to not share the intimate details of Logan's beauty routine. He ran off to find him.
Turned out he was outside working on his bike. When Logan looked up he smiled, satisfied.
"So did she fall to her knees?"
"Well she almost did," Sam said. "Of laughter. How could ya do this ta me! Ah look like an idiot!" Logan gave him a glare but Sam was too weirded out to back down. "How is she supposed ta like me?"
"Look, the only reason your hair looks funny kid is because your clothes make you look like you're trying too hard. How many guys wear flannel shirts buttoned to their neck with ironed jeans?" Sam stared at him with wary eyes and cross arms. "Commandment number two: Thou shall not dress like a redneck. Follow me."
Sam followed Logan into his bedroom. Logan shifted through his drawers and found a black t-shirt that would fit Sam's torso and than went to Sam's room. He pulled out a pair of Sam's tightest jeans and the black boots he had used to work on the garden they had made for Ororo. "Change into these kid and watch her scream when she sees how manly you are. Don't come back down till a little before lunch we want the other image to disappear."
"That'll be a little hard to forget." Sam mumbled.
"We're havin' that barbecue today so ya can help me lift the chairs and stuff; I heard your sis and Rhane talkin' 'bout how they were gonna check the studs out." Logan flexed a muscle and left the room.
Sam stared at the clothes and shifted from one foot to another in nervousness, he hoped this one would work out. But of course it would! Logan knew exactly how to get a girl! Didn't he?