&& he smells like cigarettes and mistakes.

GAB: a hair cut

GAB: one hair

GAB: or multiple hairs cut

FOX: liiiike thirty prolly

VALERIA: uh yeah sure why not

VALERIA: when do you need it?

FOX: like now

STAS: not long enough thats for sure

STAS: i got business to do

FOX: lmao what r u doin???

ANTONIO: of course, how u think my hair is this good ?

ANTONIO: come round, i got clippers.

FOX: lmao wow didn't expect this

FOX: but I am so glad

pat: nah man none

pat: I do have some shrooms left actually

pat: eighth for 20

pat: not much

pat: j chillin

pat: got some mid if u want cheap n a lot

FOX: any loud?

FOX: mids fine but Im lookin 2 get stoned

FOX: yo wyd?

FOX: looking to hang

OMAR: uh ? check you ur texting pal

OMAR: i can use a knife n scissors for other reasons tho

FOX: u suck man

FOX: I got burnt

WES: no....go to supercuts or something?

FOX: I can't.....

FOX: it's bad

STAS: sounds like a u problem not in town buddy

ADORE: nope but I can attempt

ADORE: cooking and hair cutting cant be THAT different

VALERIA: i mean kind of

VALERIA: but it's highly unlikely this was purposely set to me so

FOX: so you won't or you will???

“he’s a grown-ASS man, fox.” trish burst out, her hands flying through the air. her tears streamed down her cheeks and she wiped furiously at them, continuing her rant. “we tried to help. we tried and we tried. mom  GAVE  U P. I admit it, she did. she gave up.” she was still breathing hard, huffing and puffing after the extent of her words.

“she gave up and you didn’t.” trish smiled, her hands smoothing up her arms once more, a calming gesture surely. “you didn’t give up because you always have hope, fox. come home.”

the word ‘no’ was on his tongue. he wanted to scream it, to announce to the world he wasn’t returning until the begged for his forgiveness. he   W A S N ’ T   over it. but instead, he nodded. his mouth opened, ready for more lies to pour out: “I have to meet mikayla by the ferris wheel. I’ve been meaning to apologize. for everything. I’ll meet you at the gates at eight. okay? eight.”

and while at the time, he had every intention of actually doing that -- meeting trish there to talk or go home or whatever took place. he was going to do that. 

FOX: do you know how to cut hair?

FOX: long story

‘ not in a million years – lil sis dragged me and then fucked off somewhere with the shit we bought together. ‘

she wanted to say ‘no’, but deep down she still has a soft spot for Fox. after all the pain he put her through, she still has a sympathy for him. everyone was quiet, even her friend, who clearly didn’t know what was going on. it felt like the audience around wanted to hear an answer. she sighs, not in irritation but in defeat, “ ok, “ she mumbles, “ just meet me at the Ferris Wheel in thirty minutes and bring your friends.” she said as she walks away from him.  “ And hey!” she called after him, “ it’s…sorta nice to see you again. not completely nice because you’re still an asshat” she smiled.

thirty minutes later, at the ferries wheel, the line was surprisingly long. like fox got it -- it WAS a classic. but it was nowhere near as fun as the rampage or the round-a-bout. why was the line always long? he didn’t get  THAT.