They soon broke apart, and Christina reached up to touch his hair. "Now for that trim." She said.
"Yeah, how about it?" He said, taking his hair out of the low ponytail he had put it in, the strands already partly coming out anyway.
"Yeah." She said, pulling out the scissors.
"Okay, what do you want me to do?" He asked.
"Well, I can get it more even if you wet your hair…we'll just shampoo it while we're at it." She said, walking over to the shower. She ran some water in the tub for him.
"Can you wash your hair over the side of the tub?" She asked him.
"Yeah, I've never tried it, but sure. Just give me some help, will you please?" He asked.
"Sure." She said.
She turned around to get a comb out of the drawer and get him a towel. Christina turned around to give it to him and was surprised to see that he had already striped off his shirt. He stood before her, and tucked a few stray hair behind his ears.
"Oh, I, here." She stuttered, giving him the towel.
"Thanks." He said.
"Okay, you didn't have to take off your shirt, but I suppose it would get wet anyway." She said, more to herself. "Here, just lean your head under the faucet, and get your hair wet, and I'll help you shampoo it." She said.
"Okay." He said, just giving her a smile, and kneeling over the side of the tub, and sticking his head under the water.
Christina hadn't seen him with his shirt off yet, besides the skinny dipping thing, but it had been dark. He looked very good, and was built up fairly nice.
"Okay, it's wet, now what?" Taylor asked from the tub.
"Oh, here, I've got some shampoo…" She said dumping a little into her hands.
She put it on his hair, rubbing it around. He laid his head down on the towel that was laid on the side of the tub. She was kneeling next to him, lathering up his head.
He smiled up at her, and she smiled back. "This feels really good." He said, closing his eyes. He enjoyed the feeling of her fingers rubbing his soapy head. He sighed. She soaped it up for a few more minutes, then stood up.
"Okay, we have to rinse." She said.
After they were done shampooing, she helped him get it combed out and then got a stool for him to sit on while she worked.
"I have to make sure your part is straight." She said, running the comb down his head.
"Chris, it doesn't have to be perfect." He said.
"Good, because it won't be." She said, putting the comb down.
Taylor just laughed.
"Now, how much do you want taken off?" She asked.
"An inch." He said, holding up his fingers to show her.
"Okay." She said. She put a towel around his shoulders, and picked up her scissors.
She started to cut slowly, letting the blonde strands fall to the floor. She almost timidly cut a few more.
"Chris, it's okay to cut it. I wanted it cut. You're not going to hurt anything." He said, patting her hand.
"Yeah, I know. I guess you're right. I just didn't want to screw it up so bad that you had to wear a hat until Christmas!" She said.
"Speaking of that, are you going home for Christmas?" He asked her.
"Yeah, but my parents go skiing, and I hate doing that. This is the first year that I have a chance not to go. I suppose I'll be going home with Michelle."
"Oh." He said.
A few minutes later, she was almost finished.
"I know it doesn't look like I took off a lot, but it will when it's dry." She said.
"That's fine." He said.
She finished cutting his hair, then brushed it dry.
"Not too shabby." He said, looking at her in the mirror.
She leaned down and hugged him from behind. "Nope."
He smiled. They soon got up, and Taylor resumed his place on the couch, motioning for her to join him.
She sat down, and he pulled her onto his lap. "Thank you for the hair cut." He said.
"No problem." She said.
"What shall we do now?" He asked.
"I don't know. It's only eleven." She said.
"Oh. I wonder why Michelle isn't back yet?"
"Oh, she's probably gonna spend the night over there again tonight." Taylor said.
"Yeah, probably. She's been spending a lot of time over there…" Christina said, looking at the door, where across the hall, Michelle and David had been over there…alone…for around four of five hours.
"Uh huh." Taylor said, following her gaze.
"Do you think they…" She trailed off, afraid of the answer.
"Uh huh." He said.
"Are you sure?" She said, looking at him in surprise.
"No, but that's just my guess." He said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Yeah, I bet they do." She said, looking down.
"Yup." He said, turning his attention back to her.
"Taylor…" She began. "Do you want to spend the night here?"
"Um, I don't know…could I?" He said, giving her a surprised look.
"If you want to." She said. "I mean, you don't want to drive home now, do you?" She asked, looking at him.
"Well, no, not really…You don't really want to stay here alone, do you?" He asked her.
"No, not exactly." She said.
"Well that's fine." He said.
"So you will?"
"If it would make you feel safer-"
"It would." She cut him off.
"Then certainly." He said, laying down on the couch.
"Let's go to bed." She said, getting up.
"Yeah." He said, then yawned.
"Are you tired?" She asked.
"Yeah. I'd better get to sleep. We have English tomorrow morning at nine, Chris." He said, pulling the throw off the back of the couch.
"Oh." She watched him curl up with it, and then stopped him. "No, Taylor, you don't get it."
"Get what?" He asked.
"I want you to spend the night with me. Here. In my room. In my bed. You and me." She said, taking a deep breath.
"Oh…" He said, sitting up.
"You can sleep out here if you want to." She said.
"Well, I just thought that you wouldn't want me to, I mean…" He trailed off.
"No, I want you to." She said, smiling slightly.
"Ok." He said, not needing any more persuasion on his part.
"I trust you." She said, taking his hand.
"Well, I'm flattered." He said.
"Yeah." She said, leading him down the hall.
They entered her dark bedroom, and she went over and flipped on the dim light next to her bed. He looked around her room, for this was his first time in it.
He walked straight into her room, then he looked over to the right, where her bed was. Next to the doorway on the right was her dresser, then straight ahead was her closet, then over on the same wall next to her bed there was another door, which he assumed was to the bathroom. Her bed was quite high off the ground, and had a lot of blankets on it. It looked comfortable.
She had it painted light purple, and had various posters on the wall. One was of John Lennon. The eyes seemed to watch him. He smiled at his imagination, and turned his attention back to Christina. He was so glad he had asked her be his girlfriend. He thought to himself, I could have been missing this!
She climbed into the bed, then pulled back her comforters she had due to always being cold in the night.
"Can you sleep in that?" She asked, gesturing to his clothes.
"Oh, yeah. Wait." He said, and once again, whipped off his sweatshirt, revealing his bare chest.
"Are you going to sleep in that?" He asked her jokingly.
"Yes." She said smiling sheepishly at him. She lay down under the covers then held them up to he could join her. He climbed in, and then tucked the covers in around them. He reached over and put his arm around her shoulders. She smiled at him. "You're such a romantic, Taylor Hanson."
"It works to my advantage." He said.
"Yes, I must say it does, but we must get some sleep tonight." She said.
"I know. I'll stop." He said.
She just smiled and turned off her lamp, eliminating the light from the room.
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