Ike said snottily,"Braid!"
"Braided rat tail!" Then Zac had to get in his two cents worth,"You can't be in love, what would the fans think?"
"I don't care about the fans! They are nothing like her. Hanna Denise Lindsay. Three first names. I'll never know which one to call her."
Ike sighed and said,"Okay, braniac, what makes you think you'll see her again? And why would she want to see you? I'm sure you're a LOT younger than her."
Of course he had to be right. She looked about 21. There was no way she would want me. But she HAD been flirty. At least I thought so. Or did she just want a big tip? I had to sit down. Lucky me. As soon as I did, Mackie came rushing into the room, with a mouth full of gum. Then he tripped over one of Zac's Doc Martens. I had gum in my hair, once again. I would get to see her.
My mother was shouting something at Mackie as we drove to the same place we had been to only the day before. But, I couldn't understand what she was saying. And really, I didn't care.
The car stopped, so I got out. I walked in and almost fainted. She was there, and she looked mad. But her face seemed to brighten when she saw me. She ran over and said,"Taylor! You're back. What is it this time? Juicy Fruit??" She looked and said,"Oh, Bubble Yum again. I can get you right now, my appointment hasn't shown up, and he's usually in a bad mood, so I'd rather work on you."
I stopped dead in my tracks,"How did you know that I would be getting my hair cut?" She smiled and said,"Well, I sometimes have ESP, and this was one of those times." Then she blinked and said,"Donna, don't use that blowdryer, it's about to blow." At that moment, it did.
I smiled and said,"Um, okay. Why don't we get started. I have to be.." And she said,"At the recording studio. Seven o'clock. By the way, I'm not as old as you think I am." Then she laughed."I can sometimes read minds. By the way, the age would be fifteen. I graduated very early from high school. And I've always looked mature. I guess that's good because more people take me seriously, but I can hardly ever find a guy my age. But, I would like it very much if you would come to a party with me tomorrow night. Can you?"
And before I could say yes, she smiled and said,"Great. But your mom will let you go, you don't have to get Ike to cover for you."
I could feel my jaw drop. This was amazing. And suddenly I could hear her thoughts. They seemed a bit distant. They were saying,"Damn. I've never felt such a strong bond with anyone before. It's amazing." And I thought,"It sure is."
She gasped. I said aloud,"What?" And I heard in my mind,"Say quack." And so I said,"Quack." She gasped again. I said once again,"What"
She replied,"We were just telepathically communicating. Did you not know that?"
I thought,"She sounds very British. But just the manner of speaking. Her accent is very country New York." Then I heard,"Born in Utica, New York. Grew up there. Went to boarding school in London for approximately 6 and a half years." I smiled and telepathically asked her to get to cutting.
She went to work. The gum was near the bottom this time, so my hair didn't have to be cut so short. All the while we "telepathically communicated" or whatever she called it, all about our lives. She knew that I lived for boxers, I knew she loved wearing matching bra and panty sets. She knew I loved privacy, and I knew that she loved to talk to herself. We were each other's journals, writing in each other's minds what we could never tell anyone.
She knew that I liked visiting webpages about me, but never signed anything, and thought that it was amusing when people pretended to be me. I knew that her hair was dyed, and that she made all of her own clothes, and that she lived with her grandmother only three houses down from where we were staying.
We exchanged visual images. It was almost like having the Internet connecting us. But this was something stronger. Something that could prove somewhat embarassing sometimes. I'll have to watch what I think around her. Oh well, she seemed to understand everything about me. It didn't matter if it was the fact that my favorite ice cream was strawberry, but only with chocolate syrup, or that I actually did like coffee, but would never admit it to anyone but her. Life had always been strange, but now it's stranger.
But this strange was good. For this strange was a change. A change for the better. A change for the barber.
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