Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea and Marc Maseon. I also do not own a Gamecube and for that I am sad.

A.p.R. - Well I wont be able to update next week because I'm heading out to Chicago for a few days tomorrow. But while I'm gone I want to recomend that you guys read "Desdemona" by psychobunny410. It's a good story and it has our lovable Marky Mark in it. So if you need your fill of Marc Maseon goodness go check it out please...it's great.

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Jubilee decided that she wanted to get her hair cut before the big bash tonight, so she proceed to go to her favorite hair salon. Of coarse, since she wasn't old enough to drive there on her own she had to find someone to take her there. And much to both of their dismay…it was Logan.

Logan mumbled to himself the whole drive there. He doesn't like barber shops too much. "Jubes, why did you bring me along on this?" he grunted.

"Isn't it obvious?" Jubes poked at his hair and giggled. "It's because of your stylish taste in hair styles."

Logan let out a slight growl and just glared ahead at the road. He patted at his hair then looked into the rearview mirror. "What's wrong with my hair?" he thought.

Once there they both walked up to the appointment counter. A male hair dresser spotted Logan and came running over. "Oh my, my. You need a good hair cut and I, Francesco, am the one to be giving it!"

Before Logan could even respond, Francesco had him in the chair and had already tied the hair capes around his neck. "Um…okay now, listen bub-"

Francesco spun him around in his chair so he could look him dead in the eye. "Don't you 'listen bub' me!" he then spun Logan back around so that he was facing the mirror. "When was the last time you got your hair cut because it is just atrocious?"

"I haven't gotten my hair cut in any barber shop since the Depression." growled Logan. "I mean, I was…um…depressed..there…in a barber shop…"

Luckily no one heard what Logan had said mainly because of Francesco's constant chattering. "Well sir…I must ask you, do you do your hair yourself or do you just slap some gel in your hair stand facing into a gust of wind then leave your hair like it is? Because it sure looks that way."

Jubes wasn't sure but she figured that a person isn't too happy if that little vein in their forehead was as big as Logan's. She briskly walked over and pulled Logan out of the chair before poor Francesco pushed him over the edge and Logan decided to go all hack and slash on him. "Wolvie, go wait in the car or something and cool off." Jubes said and he stormed his way out of the salon, still mumbling.

About thirty minutes later, Jubilee came out with a newspaper over her head. She didn't want a single soul to see how they butchered her hair.

Logan raised a brow at this. "What? Is the sky falling?"

"NO! THEY SCREWED UP MY HAIR!" she shouted as she got into the passenger's side seat.

"Couldn't be that bad…during my time I've seen a lot of things including several fashion trends I constantly pray to forget. So show me." Logan said in his calm, gruff, voice.

Jubes lifted the newspaper up off of her head and revealed her hair. It was now just…exactly the same. "Um, well Jubilee, that looks very…similar to be honest."

Jube's eye suddenly went wide and then narrowed just as quickly. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Logan shook his head and went back to glaring at the road and mumbled for a different set of reasons. This experience has reminded ol' Wolvie why he doesn't like talking.

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Bobby smiled as he saw his girlfriend walk through the main door of the mansion. Though he did wonder why she had a piece of newspaper on her head. "Hey Jubes…what's with the horoscope section on your head?"

She froze when she heard his voice. She did not want him to see this 'horrid hairdo' she had. "Hey Bobs, I…um gotta go." she said, trying to walk away and still keep the paper covering her head.

"Oh thanks, I'm really not sure if I believe in these things but it's always fun to read them." Hank said, walking by and pulled the paper of her head nonchalantly and started reading it while walking into the kitchen.

Bobby looked at Jubes in awe; Jubes cringed, wondering how bad it looked to him.

"Great hair cut, cutie." he said with a smile.

She rolled her eyes and let out a huge sigh. "Stop humoring me and just tell he how much you hate it."

"I don't hate it…I really like it." The Popsicle said with a slightly smaller smile. "It makes you look great."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"That's great…I thought I'd be a laughing stock cuz of how bad I look."

"No…no." he put in and gave her a kiss. "It's perfect."

The couple walked away to start helping to clear out the room where the party was going to take place.

Logan, who had the displeasure of overhearing that conversation, scoffed and walked away grumbling. "It's exactly the same..."

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