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Tweak says, "I TOUCH YOU WHEN YOU SLEEP!!!!"

Rielle McKenzie (justlikeflying) wrote in genome_project,
@ 2012-11-13 14:34:00

Entry tags:

aaron lavigne, november 2012, rielle mckenzie

Who: Rielle and Aaron
What: talking for the first time
Where: Shear Madness
When: over the weekend? sure, why not.
Rated: TBD

Well, it wasn't Europe, that was for sure. But Rielle was desperate for a hair cut, so it would have to do. Her mother had insisted on her trying it out-- she'd gone there for years, despite her father offering on multiple occasions to fly her to any country she wanted for an appointment. Her mother was fancy, but she wasn't obnoxious when it came to grooming herself. Rielle was a different story, though. She only liked the best because she could have the best. But her father was in Dubai at the moment, and wasn't flying back until Thursday. Rielle's hair couldn't wait that long.

She pushed the door of the salon open, and frowned when she heard the familiar sound of tinkling bells. That generally gave her the air of tackiness, but she was reserving her judgment for now. Her mother rarely gave her recommendations, and she wasn't about to blow away an opportunity for them to bond. Instead, she smiled through it and pushed on, heading toward the receptionist desk. "Hi," she said to the boy sitting behind it. "I have an appointment to get my hair cut here?" Duh. Why else would she be there? She blamed her uncomfortableness for being a ditz.

"Uh, my name is Rielle."

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caulfieldish
2012-11-13 08:08 pm UTC (link)

It was a slow day. Not much hair to sweep, not too many calls to answer, so, Aaron had his feet up on the appointment book. You know, with shoes on, of course. He wasn't a heathen. He had the desk chair leaning back as far as it would go, and his nose was buried in some theater reviews (It was his year to pick which holiday show they'd see, and the Nutcracker was so out) when the door bells tinkled pleasantly. This was his mother's design. It kept him from zoning out too much, and she liked to feel like it was Christmas all year round. He had just removed his feet from the book when this girl started talking.

The voice was familiar. He looked up. Ugh, yup. That girl from school. He found her name in the book a split second before she managed to spit out her name. He had always been good with names. "Yeah, yeah. Okay. You're with Cynthia." His mom, but it sounded dumb to say 'Oh, you have an appointment with my mom.' "Take a seat, I'll check in with her, or whatever." Aaron straightened up from the desk, and took his sweet ass time heading to the back end of the salon (where the magic happens, according to his mom). So, he was already a little peeved at the girl. He didn't know her well, but he'd heard her talking enough times to think she was a total brat. And he liked to leave school at school. The salon was like his second home, he didn't like entitled rich kids in it, so sue him.

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justlikeflying
2012-11-14 06:46 am UTC (link)

Cynthia, okay. She nodded. Rielle was pretty sure that was the name her mother had used when telling her about the place. "I'll...do that." Take a seat? But where was she supposed to sit? The swivel chairs? Was she supposed to go over there by herself and pick a station, or..... She looked around. --Oh. There were some chairs for waiting. Rielle headed over to them quietly, and sat down. But not before wiping the cushion off with the sleeve of her coat. She didn't know who was sitting there before her.

"Is it going to be long?" She called after the boy, afraid he'd disappear and leave her there alone.

	caulfieldish 2012-11-15 03:58 am UTC (link)
	"No, I suppose not," He conceeded, "But it is so interesting." His voice dripped with sarcasm as he romoved his fingers from her hair. This massage was over. It was time for a shampooing. "How do you know? I could just look young... Or maybe," He grinned and walked around to the front of the chair to offer her a hand up, "Maybe you look old for your age?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)