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(sams pov)
The day was early and the junk filled city seemed dead, the stores were only just starting to open. But even though the city's stores and companies seemed dead.. The inhabitants were not. Deep in the slums was a rickety old warehouse. A few runaways and stray kids lived in the rusty place just looking for a place to lay their heads down. One of these runaways was Sam. His hair was overgrown and his clothes were messy, he made money by selling stories and playing songs. Today he had enough spare money to get a hair cut! It never came to him to learn to cut his own hair. So he decided to set out and look for a barbers shop or hairdressers! With the coins jingling in his pockets he walked through the busy streets. Even though he was used to the dirty looks the civilians gave him he still felt shameful, like he shouldn't exist, like he deserved what he had (which was basically nothing except for the clothes on his back) After a bit of walking he found a hair salon and walked inside.
(alexs pov)
The city seemed almost quiet in the humble hair salon, well it wasn't open yet. The janitor was sweeping up and Alex was arranging the supplies for the other hair dressers. The hair salon was bustling the moment the store owner opened, Sundays were busy with rich ladies to hobos wanting hair cuts or hair dyes. The workers were usually swarmed by noon and today was no different. Alex, one of the workers, was slowing down the customers and just trying to make the place enjoyable for people, well mainly enjoyable for the cat who lived there, but all the same. After what seemed like forever the place started quieting down so Alex decided to sweep the checkered flooring when Alex then heard the bell of the door jingling.Then in walked a ragged boy (that looked about 16) with dirty blonde hair and a sparkle of whimsy in his eyes.
(Sams pov)
Sam walked into a hair salon, the tiles were checkered and sparkling, this place looked posh. He wondered if this place was as cheap as it said on the sign outside… Then he saw another kid (about the same age as him) sweeping the floors, the worker looked familiar with sort of ragged long purple hair and the way the sweepers' eyes were tired but calm. He knew this kid. It was his ex best friend who he hadn't seen in ages, because Alex had dropped out of high school…
It's Alex! Sam thought, then a thought came to him as he saw his estranged friend
Was it because of me that Alex dropped out?
Sam had thought of that before he usually brushed it away, But it was always a thought at the back of his mind. Sam strided forward and asked for a hair cut, the cashier gave him a dirty look clearly not liking Sam's ragged appearance, and took his cash,the cashier sat him down in a chair. To Sam's both dismay and excitement Alex started to walk to him to cut his hair.
(Alex's pov)
Alex immediately recognised the boy who walked through the door, it was Alex's best friend Sam! But he looked a bit ragged.. His dirty brown locks of hair were dirty and Sam looked tired and a little hungry.Alex stared at the boy as he strided up to go ask the cashier for a haircut. Alex noticed the dirty looks the cashier Marrisa gave Sam. Alex stared at Marrisa angrily for being so rude (even though Alex was no different) this was different though it was Sam! Alex's oldest and bestest friend.. But they hadn't seen each other in a year… What if he hates me? Thought Alex. The thought sent a chill down the purple haired person's spine. As Alex walked to go cut Sam's hair, Alex stayed silent. It was too awkward, way too awkward to make small talk