That Happy Story
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
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Disclaimer: "Don't talk to me, I'm grumpy and I'll probably make fun of you." - Effie, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.
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Chapter 7
Snip Snip
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Claire observed Charlie's long mop of blond/brown hair.He kept shaking his head, like a dog, to get his hair out of his eyes, or he'd blow up, but that only made the hair float for a moment then fall back down.
"Let me cut your hair." said Claire.
"What?" asked Charlie, caught off guard.
"I'll cut your hair." said Claire. "I used to be a hairstylist."
Charlie looked at Claire. "My mum used to cut my hair." he said. "Nearly chopped my ear off once."
"I promise I won't." said Claire. "Unless you wiggle, then it's your own fault."
So Charlie went off for a moment, and returned with a pair of scizzors.
"Sawyer." he said "That bloke's got every bloody thing under the sun."
Claire smiled. "Allright, just sit down."
Charlie settled in the sand, guitar in his hand, sitting in front of Claire's baby, Turnip Head.
Claire began cutting his hair. Charlie always hated this part, you know, when they're cutting your hair, and it falls on your nose, and you begin twitching because it's itchy. Yeah, not comfortable.
Charlie's fingers strummed his guitar.
Turnip Head gugled. Charlie did it again. T.H. laughed, and Charlie smiled, and strummed his guitar.
"Charlie, If you keep moving, I'm going to cut your ear off!" warned Claire
Charlie sat up straight, and tried to sit still. But eventually his boredom took over.
"I call this Track Number Two," he told T.H. "Monster Eats the Pilot!"
"Charlie!" said Claire.
"What?" asked Charlie
"I don't know if I want my son to hear that, and you keep squirming! I almost done."
Charlie sat up straight for two minutes as Claire finished up. "There."
"Allright." said Charlie. "Track Number Three, Running from the Monster that Ate the Pilot."
Claire stiffled a giggle. "Okay," admitted Charlie. "I just wrote the songs, Liam named them. I don't come up with titles. I only named one song."
"What song?"
"Hey You All Everybody." said Charlie
Claire nodded. "Nice title."
"That was our top seller." said Charlie. "Even Kate knows it."
"How'd Kate know?" asked Claire. "Isn't she from the States, and you're from England?"
"Well," said Charlie. "I want you to know, that we were best-sellers...world renown."
"Not to hurt your feelings Charlie, but I have never heard of Driveshaft until I met you."
"That's okay." said Charlie. "I didn't peg you for Rock'n'Roll anyway. Okay, unto Track Number Four, The Pregnant Chick Collapses."
"Not funny Charlie." said Claire.
"Fine...Very Cute, But Very Pregant Chick Collapses and Very Handsome Rockstar Carries Her."
Claire smiled. "Okay, so make me sound fat. I don't care."
"You?" said Charlie. "Fat? Never. Well..."
Claire acted like she was going to slap Charlie.
"Ah, Chief get in trouble with his sqaw?" asked Sawyer.
"Here's your scizzors, thank you Sawyer." said Claire, handing him his scizzors.
"You're welcome." said Sawyer, who walked away.
"There." said Claire. "Your hair looks much better."
"Thank you." said Charlie, running his hand over his newly trimmed mop.
"I've been thinking." he said, leaning over a piece of paper that he had been scrawling songs on. "I really need to write down the lyrics to 'The Blue-Eyed Girl from Down Under'."
Claire laughed.
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"I want some Lemonade."
"Out of Order."
"Why's it out of order?"
"I tried to buy Parmesean Cheese." - Me, Katie, and Chelsea. (in that order, except, I said 'why's it out of order')