Edward in the City.
Chapter Two
A/N. Kim might come in this chapter. Or maybe the next one, I'm not sure. But I like to keep you guys on tenterhooks.
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"God, the city. It was so... different. All I had known were small, tight knit communities. Then, when I got into the city, there were so many people who didn't care about you. I wasn't used to that. I had cared for myself in the castle, and the inventor had cared about me. Even in the village, people cared. Some people cared enough to run me out of town. It was refreshing, sometimes, being able to do what you wanted. I could go around naked if I wanted. I could scream, I could do anything without the burden of a 'mother' coming to see if I was alright. And I loved every second that I was there.
"Every day I looked forward to my job(s.) People loved me. My hairstyles became the new thing in the city. All the women wanted to have their hair wild and different. I just cut a few pieces here, a couple chunks there, and it was a sensation. I mean, I cared how the hair turned out, but it wasn't a big deal if it didn't turn out the way I wanted. The style was to have it uneven. I didn't work every weekend at the landscaping company, I only came in for the very rich customers. Again, the bushes weren't that important, they were just a way of expressing myself. I saw each bush not as a bush, but as a really hairy person. I put what was in my head onto the bush. And if it didn't come out alright, I called it 'modern art.' People gobbled it up, and the landscaping company made a huge profit.
"At the salon, there were never many slow day, because of my new celebrity, but we managed to exchange banter and small talk when we were cutting hair. I remember, one day, I was cutting the hair of some twentysomething woman and Tom, next to me, was watching the cut. Seeing the expression on my face when I made a cut I didn't like he said, 'But I saw something exactly like that on Main street yesterday!' He was teasing me about my 'technique', or lack of it.
"The days passed pleasantly, never quite the same, but with an element of routine in them. Eventually, I got my hands. You would expect that I would feel free and different, and that maybe I would lose my gift for cutting bushes and hair, but no. The scissors that I used now felt like my hands and I had the same degree of control with them. The main difference in my life was being able to get dressed by myself. God, was that a relief. I also got a girlfriend.
"She was about 25 and her name was Lesley. People told me I looked around 25 as well, so age wasn't a big deal. We met when she started to work at the salon. The old receptionist died. We all went to her funeral and cried. Then Lesley came to work with us. She was about 5' 7" and had the longest hair you can imagine. It was a chocolate brown color usually held back in a bun, except for the weekends. We went dancing on the weekends, Tom, Lesley, Shelia (the other hairdresser) and me. I learned to dance, unwillingly. But I got the hang of it, after making a fool of my self on countless occasions and I actually enjoyed dancing with Lesley. We felt bad for Shelia, since Tom was gay, she had no one to dace with. She found someone, after awhile, and so did Tom. Our dancing group eventually included eight people. Tom and Sheila's boyfriends and two of Lesley's friends came with us.
"For all you sickos out there, yes, Lesley and I did have sex. She laughed at me, jokingly, when I told her that I was a virgin. She thought I was joking. After awhile, Lesley moved in with me upstairs. She helped me decorate it, too. It used to be white with a couple pieces of furniture and a t.v. Then, she painted it, bought me a chair, couch and bed and brought all her stuff over.