I got this idea while reading another fic only it was curling and not cutting. Recently I got this flame from somebody named ClaudySky. And if you're reading I just have one thing to say: I'M the pyscho bitch?!
I don't own anything.
Angela's POV
"Just let me cut it!" I insisted to my squirming boyfriend.
"No, Angel. I like my hair." He said with a defiant tone.
I sighed in frustration and pretended to put the scissors in my pocket. I was starting to develop this weird fetish with hair. More specifically Johnny's hair.
He had suffered through a variety of hairstyles in the past couple of weeks. Ponytails, combovers, and everything else.
Poor guy. Too bad, I don't care. And he is going to let me cut his hair
"Johnny, you'll just look so GOOD with your hair trimmed and pushed back." I said in a soft purr.
He groaned loudly before snatching up his coat and walking out.
I ran out into the bright Tulsa sunshine after him.
"You're not cutting my hair!" He yelled without turning around.
"You wanna bet?" I murmured more to myself.
I then ran and tackled him in the middle of the sidewalk.
He struggled to get free and when he did took off down the street.
I ran after him and chased him all the way to the Curtis' house.
"Gotcha now, sucker." I whispered hoarsely.
"You'll never catch me alive!" Johnny screamed as we banged into the house.
Everyone jumped up and someone soon grabbed me and kept me from attacking Johnny's head.
I fought like crazy and couldn't get free.
I looked at all of the boys in the house. Seven more heads to play with. This was going to be fun!
I flashed them a slow menacing smile and they backed away cautiously.
Good, I thought, I enjoy a nice chase.
Poor Boys! This is just Part 1. REVIEW!!!!