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Lydia loved Cynthia’s shaggy and messy hair. She loved everything about it, its color, its softness, even its vanilla shampoo smell. She could spend hours with Cynthia’s head in her lap while she played with the short strands. It was starting to get shaggier than it usually was. While she loved Cynthia’s shaggy hair she could tell that cynthia was getting uncomfortable with its length.
One day after theater practice the two went back to Cynthia’s apartment. Since they had gotten together a few months back Cynthia’s apartment became their safe space, her dad was rarely ever home, usually working late at the shop. When they got to the apartment they took their usual positions on the couch, with Lydia siting upwards and Cynthia in her lap while she played with her slightly longer hair than normal. She started to think about the day, specifically about Cynthia and her hair.
In math class, when Lydia would take sneaky looks towards her girlfriend she noticed she couldn’t stop messing with her hair. Cynthia kept trying to push it back but it would always fall right back in front of her eyes. She could tell Cynthia was getting frusteated because of the way her cute little eyebrows started to slant while she let out a huff everytime the strands would fall back into place. Cynthia was getting increasingly frustrated at her hair and every few minutes when Lydia would look up she was once again messing with her hair. She so badly wished she could go help her fix it, the way she knew Cynthia liked but instead she was forced to continue learning about exponents. Thankfully she could be closer to Cynthia soon, only 20 more minutes until theater.
Cynthia walked into theater, late as usual. Rather than being late because she was talking to the other pink ladies she was late because she was stuck in the bathroom trying to get her comb to go through her hair in the right way. The entire practice she was getting more and more irritated with her hair. While Lydia found it cute and endearing she also wished she could help her in some way.
As Lydia was combing her hands through Cynthia’s hair she realized that she has cut Floyd’s hair before and it actually turned out surprisingly well. She may not be a hairdresser by any means but if it meant giving her girlfriend some relief from them hair that’s been frustrating her all day then she would do her best to become one.
“Hey babe do you have any hairdresser scissors?” Lydia asked Cynthia
“Oh yeah my dad has some, he said it’s cheaper than going to a barber, but wait why?” Cynthia curiously asked
Lydia continued to comb her hands through Cynthia’s hair and said “Because I can tell your hair has been bothering you and I thought I could give it a little trim, that way you won’t have to angrily mess with it all day.”
“Uh you know I love you but have you ever even cut hair before? I would like to not walk into school tomorrow bald, because I think we both know that the T-birds would never let that go, like ever, I will be 70 and they would still be bringing it up” Cynthia jokingly said.
Calmly Lydia said “yes babe I wouldn’t be offering to do this if i’ve never done it before, I did it once for Floyd and it turned out great”
“ONCE?! Lydia my love, you know I trust you with my life but I’m not so sure I trust you with my hair, especially since you’ve only cut hair ONCE” Cynthia exclaimed while waving her hands all around for dramatic effect
“Oh my god you’re so dramatic it looked fine and I promise yours would look even better since i’ve had practice now”
“Lydia if I let you do this please don’t make me regret it” Cynthia said while looking genuinely scared
Rolling her eyes Lydia says, “Baby it’s gonna be fine, now go get me those scissors”
While Cynthia went to go get the scissors Lydia got a chair and some towels. She laid the towels on the floor and put the chair on top, she wanted to keep things as clean as possible. She’s not a fan of mess, unlike Cynthia who seems to thrive in messy environments. When Cynthia got back she reluctantly sat in the chair, silently hoping for the best but fearfully expecting the worst.
As Lydia started making some snips Cynthia slowly started to relax, she trusted her girlfriend and if something did go wrong well then at least she knew that hair gel could almost always fix any hair problem she was facing.
Finally Lydia announced she was finished, smiling wide she forced Cynthia over to the bathroom mirror that way she could admire herself.
“W-wow, this actually looks good” Cynthia said, shocked
“Now hopefully it won’t be in your face so much and you won’t have to mess with it constantly” Lydia said
“This looks great, thank you baby” Cynthia says right before giving her girlfriend a quick peck on the lips
“I might make you do this for me every time I need a haircut now, seeing as you are supposedly an extremely talented hairstylist after only doing it twice. I would love to know how you are literally good at everything.” Cynthia says
Lydia smirks and rolls her eyes, “This is why you should never doubt me” She says as they sit down on the couch in their usual position with Cynthia between Lydia’s lap while she playing with her hair. it’s safe to say that she wouldn’t mind doing this forever with her girlfriend. She wouldn’t mind the domestic haircuts or bickering. She wouldn’t mind growing old with Cynthia and getting to love her in this way everyday for the rest of her life. She wouldn’t mind Cynthia being her forever.