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Gordo shook his head. What was he doing? Why was he letting her cut his hair? He wouldn't even let a barber cut his hair. He took a deep reassuring breath. Because he'd done far worse things to her and maybe in some way he was hoping letting her do this would in some weird way bring them closer together.
Lizzie guided him to a chair where he regretfully sat. She laughed as she wrapped a towel around his shoulders and leaned down beside him. "Don't act like I'm about to cut your head off," she laughed, walking out of the room.
Tori looked up at him with quizzical eyes.
"Don't ask," he sighed.
Tori tiled her head to the side and he laughed.
Suddenly a blast of cold water sprinkled his neck. Tensing up, he felt it again. "Lizzie what are you doing?!"
"It's only water," she answered.
Gordo jerked his head around and felt the already soaked strands smack him in the face. "You can't cut my hair wet!" he protested fiercely.
"Why not?" Lizzie asked, unable to hide the amusement in her voice.
"Because I have curly hair, and wet it's going to be a lot longer than it will be dry!"
Lizzie made a sound that sounded vaguely like a pigeon to him. "I'll cut it longer then." She ran a comb through his hair, straighten the locks even more to where the only curl was at the dripping ends.
Gordo watched Tori through his curtain of hair as she stared fixated at them. Suddenly, he quickly and vigorously shook his head. Water flew in every direction, he knew he got Lizzie by her squeals, and Tori by her giggles. Tori retreated to the safer, drier haven of her room, while Lizzie grabbed his head and pulled him back against the chair. "Don't move, mister," she ordered firmly.
He heard the metallic sound of the scissors opening then tried not to flinch as she pulled a piece back and cut. "If you mess up my hair, you're buying me a wig," he stated through clenched teeth. Gordo's eyes were squeezed so tightly together that he was beginning to see bizarre spots dancing before his eyes.
"That shouldn't be too hard to find, I'll just go to a disco store," she laughed, snipping off another lock.
The doorbell rang as she was about toe snip off more. "Don't move, don't even breathe," she commanded, rushing off.
He didn't dare to open his eyes, he was afraid he'd see clumps of his hair scattered around him. He also resisted the temptation to reach up and feel how much was gone. He did realize that it felt significantly lighter. He commanded himself to focus on something other than his hair realized Lizzie was talking to someone.
"I can't believe, after all these years, you're finally going to let someone cut that poof ball," Miranda teased, walking into the room.
"Great timing," he called, still staring into his lap. He could feel the raven strands taping against his forehead. He let his breath out in a whoosh as Lizzie ran her comb through it again.
"Come on," she chided, "I thought you trusted me."
"Go on," he replied, clearing his throat, hoping it would give him some confidence. He was wrong, but he was too far gone to change his mind now, she'd already cut out large chunks.
When the process was finally over, he heard Lizzie muttering in agreement over his head. He was too terrified to move. He half expected to feel stubble where his hair had once been.
"Open your eyes," Lizzie laughed. He shook his head. She laughed as the phone rang. "I'll be back."
Gordo flipped his hair back and ran his hand through the still wet locks. It felt incredibly short. He look up to see Miranda smirking at him. "Is it awful?"
"She tilted her head to the side and smirked at him. You distrust Lizzie that much?" she asked.
He glanced to the side and caught sight of the mirror. He grabbed it up and looked at his hair. He let out a breath when he saw it. As short as it felt, it still hung well below his ears while wet, meaning once it curled, it would hang almost at the top of his ears. Finally as smile broke and Miranda smiled gleefully.
His expression turned serious as he stood up and glanced towards the kitchen, trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of Lizzie. He finally saw her and realized she was still talking animatedly on the phone.
"Miranda," he whispered softly walking up to her. He leaned towards her, trying to keep an eye on the kitchen. "Is there away you can take Tori tonight? Like let her stay the night with you?"
Miranda leaned back with a look of suspicion on her face. "Why, what's going on?"
He smiled and shook his head. "I'm going to pull a surprise for Lizzie. Kind of a thank you for letting me stay. And you know, give us a chance to catch up."
"Yeah, Tori's no problem," Miranda nodded. "We always have fun when she stays, well, when I stay here."
"Good, but can you ask Lizzie? That was it's not obvious that I'm planning something."
Miranda nodded as Lizzie came back into the room. "Where's Tori?" Miranda asked, glancing around the room.
"Upstairs," Lizzie replied.
Miranda smiled then took the stairs two at a time.
"So, do you like it?" Lizzie asked, running her hands over her pants, gently brushing aside a lock of Gordo's hair.
He nodded. "You did a decent job. I was worried that I was going to need a wig," he smiled.
Lizzie made a face as Miranda and Tori came back down the stairs. "Hey!" she smiled broadly.
"Mommy, stay Randa's?" Tori asked excited, holding onto Miranda.
Lizzie raised her eyebrows as she glanced at Miranda who nodded emphatically. She seemed to ponder the question a few minutes longer, then smiled. "If Miranda says its' okay, and you promise to be good."
"Pleese, Randa! I'm good!" Tori pleaded.
Miranda laughed and hugged her tightly. "Let's go get your clothes then!" She started up the stairs with Tori, then stopped and leaned over the stair case. "Why don't you come over for a while too, Lizzie? I found some very interesting things that I think you'll enjoy seeing."
Lizzie seemed torn at the idea and glanced at Gordo. "Well, what about-"
"Oh, don't worry about me," he interrupted, shaking his head. "Usually, interesting things, means a whole bunch of girl stuff, that you're going to get squealing about for the next couple of house and if you don't mind, I think I'd rather not." he smiled.
Lizzie smirked as she started up the stairs. "You don't know what you'll be missing then," she promised in an old Hollywood type voice.
Gordo smirked as she went up the stairs. 'And you don't know what will be waiting for you when you get home, Lizzie,' he thought gleefully.
Gordo shook his head. What was he doing? Why was he letting her cut his hair? He wouldn't even let a barber cut his hair. He took a deep reassuring breath. Because he'd done far worse things to her and maybe in some way he was hoping letting her do this would in some weird way bring them closer together.
Lizzie guided him to a chair where he regretfully sat. She laughed as she wrapped a towel around his shoulders and leaned down beside him. "Don't act like I'm about to cut your head off," she laughed, walking out of the room.
Tori looked up at him with quizzical eyes.
"Don't ask," he sighed.
Tori tiled her head to the side and he laughed.
Suddenly a blast of cold water sprinkled his neck. Tensing up, he felt it again. "Lizzie what are you doing?!"
"It's only water," she answered.
Gordo jerked his head around and felt the already soaked strands smack him in the face. "You can't cut my hair wet!" he protested fiercely.
"Why not?" Lizzie asked, unable to hide the amusement in her voice.
"Because I have curly hair, and wet it's going to be a lot longer than it will be dry!"
Lizzie made a sound that sounded vaguely like a pigeon to him. "I'll cut it longer then." She ran a comb through his hair, straighten the locks even more to where the only curl was at the dripping ends.
Gordo watched Tori through his curtain of hair as she stared fixated at them. Suddenly, he quickly and vigorously shook his head. Water flew in every direction, he knew he got Lizzie by her squeals, and Tori by her giggles. Tori retreated to the safer, drier haven of her room, while Lizzie grabbed his head and pulled him back against the chair. "Don't move, mister," she ordered firmly.
He heard the metallic sound of the scissors opening then tried not to flinch as she pulled a piece back and cut. "If you mess up my hair, you're buying me a wig," he stated through clenched teeth. Gordo's eyes were squeezed so tightly together that he was beginning to see bizarre spots dancing before his eyes.
"That shouldn't be too hard to find, I'll just go to a disco store," she laughed, snipping off another lock.
The doorbell rang as she was about toe snip off more. "Don't move, don't even breathe," she commanded, rushing off.
He didn't dare to open his eyes, he was afraid he'd see clumps of his hair scattered around him. He also resisted the temptation to reach up and feel how much was gone. He did realize that it felt significantly lighter. He commanded himself to focus on something other than his hair realized Lizzie was talking to someone.
"I can't believe, after all these years, you're finally going to let someone cut that poof ball," Miranda teased, walking into the room.
"Great timing," he called, still staring into his lap. He could feel the raven strands taping against his forehead. He let his breath out in a whoosh as Lizzie ran her comb through it again.
"Come on," she chided, "I thought you trusted me."
"Go on," he replied, clearing his throat, hoping it would give him some confidence. He was wrong, but he was too far gone to change his mind now, she'd already cut out large chunks.
When the process was finally over, he heard Lizzie muttering in agreement over his head. He was too terrified to move. He half expected to feel stubble where his hair had once been.
"Open your eyes," Lizzie laughed. He shook his head. She laughed as the phone rang. "I'll be back."
Gordo flipped his hair back and ran his hand through the still wet locks. It felt incredibly short. He look up to see Miranda smirking at him. "Is it awful?"
"She tilted her head to the side and smirked at him. You distrust Lizzie that much?" she asked.
He glanced to the side and caught sight of the mirror. He grabbed it up and looked at his hair. He let out a breath when he saw it. As short as it felt, it still hung well below his ears while wet, meaning once it curled, it would hang almost at the top of his ears. Finally as smile broke and Miranda smiled gleefully.
His expression turned serious as he stood up and glanced towards the kitchen, trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of Lizzie. He finally saw her and realized she was still talking animatedly on the phone.
"Miranda," he whispered softly walking up to her. He leaned towards her, trying to keep an eye on the kitchen. "Is there away you can take Tori tonight? Like let her stay the night with you?"
Miranda leaned back with a look of suspicion on her face. "Why, what's going on?"
He smiled and shook his head. "I'm going to pull a surprise for Lizzie. Kind of a thank you for letting me stay. And you know, give us a chance to catch up."
"Yeah, Tori's no problem," Miranda nodded. "We always have fun when she stays, well, when I stay here."
"Good, but can you ask Lizzie? That was it's not obvious that I'm planning something."
Miranda nodded as Lizzie came back into the room. "Where's Tori?" Miranda asked, glancing around the room.
"Upstairs," Lizzie replied.
Miranda smiled then took the stairs two at a time.
"So, do you like it?" Lizzie asked, running her hands over her pants, gently brushing aside a lock of Gordo's hair.
He nodded. "You did a decent job. I was worried that I was going to need a wig," he smiled.
Lizzie made a face as Miranda and Tori came back down the stairs. "Hey!" she smiled broadly.
"Mommy, stay Randa's?" Tori asked excited, holding onto Miranda.
Lizzie raised her eyebrows as she glanced at Miranda who nodded emphatically. She seemed to ponder the question a few minutes longer, then smiled. "If Miranda says its' okay, and you promise to be good."
"Pleese, Randa! I'm good!" Tori pleaded.
Miranda laughed and hugged her tightly. "Let's go get your clothes then!" She started up the stairs with Tori, then stopped and leaned over the stair case. "Why don't you come over for a while too, Lizzie? I found some very interesting things that I think you'll enjoy seeing."
Lizzie seemed torn at the idea and glanced at Gordo. "Well, what about-"
"Oh, don't worry about me," he interrupted, shaking his head. "Usually, interesting things, means a whole bunch of girl stuff, that you're going to get squealing about for the next couple of house and if you don't mind, I think I'd rather not." he smiled.
Lizzie smirked as she started up the stairs. "You don't know what you'll be missing then," she promised in an old Hollywood type voice.
Gordo smirked as she went up the stairs. 'And you don't know what will be waiting for you when you get home, Lizzie,' he thought gleefully.