Just Friends

4

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I have a little skip in my step as I go up the stairs of the porch, happily raising my hand to knock on the door.

Quickly, I pull a large and stupid grin to give to whoever is behind the peephole.

This earns me a laugh from my dad as he opens up the door. I smile at him while he steps aside to let me in. "I was wondering when you'd finally get here." He chuckles, still amused by the stupid grin I just had on.

"Traffic." I dismiss him with a wave of my hand, already heading towards the kitchen where we usually do this.

I've cut my dad's hair since middle school. Basically ever since I started cutting my own hair.

He walked in on me one day while I was cutting it in the bathroom. Instead of being angry like my mom was, he grinned and asked if I knew how to do his.

I didn't, but I said I did anyway. And I did a decent job for it to have been my first time. Since then, I've been the one he calls for a haircut.

Hence my job. Of course I'm a hairstylist. Dad likes to brag that he's the one who showed me 'the beauty'. I haven't had the heart to tell him I've been interested in it for a while, before he even asked if I could do his.

He already has a chair pulled into the kitchen and simply sits down when he catches up. My mom is in the kitchen too, in the middle of pie. Probably for the block party this weekend.

She scoffs when she realizes what we're doing. "Do you have to do this in the kitchen while I'm baking?" She questions, her hands landing on her hips.

Dad and I both give her innocent grins. "When else?" I ask with a short shrug.

"It's a beautiful day for it." Dad adds, nodding quickly at her while I start unfolding the little cape I brought.

Mom rolls her eyes at us with an amused smile. "If Nicole complains about hair in the pie, I'll blame it on you." She threatens. Dad and I shrug her off.

Nicole hates everyone anyway. It wouldn't matter.

"What happens if you go shorter?" Dad asks, already scratching his nose before I've even started.

"No." Mom cuts in immediately.

My nose scrunches at him. "It won't be good." I promise. It's not that I can't make his hair shorter, it just wouldn't look as good as his current haircut does.

Dad frowns. "Why not?"

"Because I said so." Mom narrows her eyes at him then sends me a warning look. I snort at her.

Haircuts are very important. I don't blame her.

"So," I murmur. "Are all of those pies for the party?" I ask, raising a brow at the different pies that sit on the counter while I start spraying water on Dad's hair.

Mom nods. "Yes." She confirms, sending me a smile. I purse my lips, knowing she basically just told me I couldn't have any. "Jasper's coming too." She adds, crossing her arms over her chest as she leans her hip against the counter.