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I woke up early the next morning to my phone going off. I rolled over and slid my glasses on. I unlocked the text message to see that it was from Mark. He sent me the address and what time I needed to be at the hair salon. I had no clue what they were going to do to me.

I quickly got out of bed and made my way to the conjoining bathroom. I took such a hot shower that when I got out my skin was red. I wrapped a towel around my head then I wrapped my body in a big fluffy towel. I cleared the fog on the mirror and sighed. I had about an hour to get ready.

I didn't see a point in styling my hair seeing as someone else was going to do it so I threw it up in a wet bun. I applied some simple make up before walking back into my bedroom and stepping into my walk in closet. I found some jeans and a slightly larger band tee shirt to throw on.

I tied the bottom of it in a knot before heading down the hall and into the kitchen. As I started digging for something to eat for breakfast there was a knock on my door. I knew it was Norman. We were in the middle of nowhere. It couldn't be anyone else.

"Hey," I said as I opened the door. I looked him up and down quickly before opening the door some more to let him in. As he walked past me, I took him in some more. He was wearing gray washed out jeans with some brown boots and a tight black shirt that he had the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.

I wasn't going to lie. He looked good. "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything," he said. I shook my head as he jumped up on the barstool in the kitchen. "Nope, I was just looking for some breakfast before heading out," I said. I turned my back to him to continue to dig through the cabinets.

"Are you hungry?" I asked him. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure he heard me before turning around again. "I don't want you to have to cook up something special," he said. I chuckled and turned around to face him with my hands on my hips.

"I was going to offer you some Cheerios," I said, eliciting a smile from Norman. I reached higher in the cabinet feeling my shirt ride up and I quickly adjusted it. "Did you sleep okay?" I asked him just trying to keep the conversation going. I pulled out the box.

"Like a rock. It's so peaceful up here," he said. I nodded as I grabbed a bowl from another cabinet. "Last night was fun too, ya know getting to know you better," he said. I felt my face become a little red. "Yeah, it was," I said. It suddenly felt awkward.

I noticed that he was embarrassed for some reason because he started folding a napkin that was on the bar over and over. It seemed like he felt out of place here, at my house, this early in the morning. I hopped up on the barstool across from him. He finally looked up at me.

"Are you sure you don't want any breakfast? I have half a box left," I said while shaking the box. I watched as Norman debated it. "And milk?" he finally asked. I shook my head. "No, I'm from Los Angeles, we use water in our cereal there," I said seriously.

I could tell by the look on his face he was wondering if he should believe me or not. I suddenly let out a laugh. I couldn't hold it in any longer. "Of course I have milk, you goob," I said teasingly. Norman arched an eyebrow. "Goob?" he questioned.

I laughed again. "It's a term of endearment. It means that I like you," I said with a wink. I quickly grabbed the milk from the refrigerator so Norman couldn't see how red my face really was. "In that case, I'll gladly have some," he said. I grabbed another bowl and spoon with a smile.

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After we finished breakfast, Norman went to grab his backpack from his house. I slid on my combat boots and shrugged on my leather jacket before stepping out onto the porch. Norman walked out the door with his backpack slung over his shoulder.

"Ready to go?" he asked. I nodded and walked down the steps. I started heading towards my Range Rover when he called out. "Hey Vi," I turned around. "Yeah?" I asked him. He nodded towards his bike. "You can ride with me, you know," he said.

I tilted my head to the side and ran the toe of my boot through the dirt. "I don't know," I said quietly. Norman straddled his bike and glanced over at me. "Come on, it's not bad," he said. I sighed and walked towards him. He handed me his backpack first.

"Unfortunately, I'll need you to wear this," he said. I shrugged and threw the backpack over my shoulders. "And this," he said pulled out an extra helmet. I pulled my wet hair out of the bun knowing that it didn't look the best and quickly strapped the helmet on.

"Hold on," Norman said turning his head slightly so I could hear him. "What?" I asked him. Instead of repeating himself he grabbed my hands and wrapped my arms around his waist. He pulled up his feet and took off down the road causing me to grip his waist a little tighter.

Being on a motorcycle, there's something freeing about it. Granted I felt a little awkward sitting behind him with my arms around his waist, it was still nice. It didn't take us long to get to the salon. It didn't look like a salon though. It was almost like a barn.

It was in a field, in the middle of nowhere. "Are we sure this is the right place?" I asked Norman as he shut off the bike. Norman pulled off his helmet and glanced over his shoulder. "There's only one way to find out," he said. I scrambled somewhat gracefully off the bike.

Norman followed suit. I handed him his backpack and he slung it over his shoulder. My hair was dry by this point, I could already tell before I got it out of the helmet. I shook my hair loose and let the curls fall down my back. I was wondering what they were gonna end up doing to my blonde hair.

Norman and I left the helmets sitting with the bike before making our way to the door. "So do we knock or?" Norman chuckled before stepping forward and swinging the door open. It was almost like a mini work shop in this place. There was so much stuff filling the room.

Norman and I walked through the room and no one was really paying attention to us. It was actually quite amusing. Norman dropped his backpack by a chair that I noticed had his name across it. I looked at the chair next to that one and noticed my name was on that one.

I hoped up in it and slightly laughed when I noticed my feet didn't touch the ground. I swung my legs back and forth as Norman jumped up in his chair beside me. He leaned over slightly. "I can't believe they haven't recognized us yet," he whispered.

I cracked a small smile. "For some reason, I think that you're slightly okay with them not recognizing us," I said. Norman smirked before settling back in his seat. "Ah, Norman! Vi!" we heard a slightly gay voice causing us both to jump in our seats.

A guy in tight jeans, t-shirt, and vest with half of his hair shaved was steadily walking towards us. Norman and I glanced at each other before getting out of our seats. "Oh please don't be silly, sit sit sit," he said while gesturing back to our seats.

The guy leaned over and kissed our cheeks before he started messing with our hair. I pulled away slightly as he pulled at my hair to check the length. "Light and dark?" the guy said. He hadn't even introduced himself to us. "Uh what?" I asked him.

He let out a small laugh before stepping back and sticking out his hand. "I am Cinna. It is a pleasure to meet you both," he said while shaking our hands. "Light?" "Dark?" Norman and I both questioned at the same time. Cinna let out another laugh.

"Mr. Reedus your hair is brown, we need you back to blonde, and Miss Vi, I think making your hair darker will make those gorgeous eyes pop," he said while tapping my nose. I pulled back slightly and wrinkled my nose. Cinna had a happy look on his face before walking away.

"Where do you think he's going?" I asked Norman quietly. He shrugged. "Probably to his dream land of rainbows and kittens," he said. I smacked his chest lightly and instantly retracted my hand. Norman's head slowly turned until his eyes locked with mine.

I felt my face turning red but Norman smiled and reached over to pat my hand lightly. His hand stayed on top of mine for a few seconds before he squeezed my hand lightly and pulled his back. Cinna came walking back towards us clapping his hands. "Alright let's do this," he said while grabbing my hand.

He pulled me off the chair and drug me behind him. I turned around to give Norman a look to see that he was already distracted by a female stylist. I sighed and averted my eyes before locking my eyes on Cinna's back as he drug me through the warehouse.

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And there's the next chapter. So is that a little jealously I smell from Vi? What about the little playful banter between her and Norman earlier that morning?

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