Floyd's Buzzdown by Luke Fleming

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- A Quick Note To Check Out My Last Story 'Jake's Buzzcut Nightmare by Luke Fleming'-

- I apologise for the long-ish story, I prefer to write quality rather than two paragraphs of unplanned, non-thoughtout nonsense.

Thanks ;)

Floyd threw his schoolbag on the floor, he was exhausted. Floyd felt so drained already yet it was only the first term back at school. Starting to get changed out of his uniform, Floyd looked at himself in the mirror, he was quite skinny for his age. Being the 15 year old he was, he wanted to have proper muscles, not scrawny skinny arms. Floyd sat on his bed and took out his phone, he looked at the time. It was 17:47, he came home later than usual today. He was watching the other boys in his year group workout at the school's on-campus gym. Floyd secretly wanted to workout with them but could never build up the confidence to go up to them.

'Come down for a sec mate', Floyd's dad called from downstairs. Floyd's mum passed away a few years back due to cancer, it had just been Floyd and his dad since then. Floyd made his way downstairs, he was still in a sleepy mood. Floyd's hair flopped in his eyes as he entered the living room. Floyd's dad was sitting on the couch, 'Floyd I'm not cooking tonight, I'm going to order pizza, the cash is on the table.' Floyd replied with a quick 'aight' and started making his way back upstairs, 'Oh and Floyd' Floyd's dad called out. Floyd turned round, 'go get your hair sorted out, you look like an absolute mop’'.
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Floyd got back to his room and sat on his bed and opened up his laptop, he thought about his hair. Floyd's hair was extremely thick and it had that kind of 'fluffy' look to it, his fringe if stretched out went all the way to the end of his nose, his sides and back were full of thick bushy chestnut hair. As he opened his laptop Floyd went straight to the search bar and searched 'Teen Boy Short Haircuts', at that moment a bunch of images and text sprouted out onto the screen. One word caught Floyd’s attention, ‘crewcut’. Floyd had never heard of the word before, he clicked on the word straight away.


He was now met with a mass of images showing boys with short, almost spikey, highly tightened cut hair. At that moment Floyd’s shorts started to rise. Now embarrassed, Floyd clicked straight out of the tab he was in. Floyd had never felt that type of attraction before, he now layed there overthinking. The next day at school, Floyd sat in class still thinking about the night before, when all the sudden Jake walked in with his freshly buzzed head. Floyd’s heart almost flew itself down onto the floor, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Meanwhile Jake’s new found confidence slowly started to decrease as people started pointing at him and staring, he went to sit down almost in tears.


Floyd felt like he was dreaming, he even tried pinching himself and then looking at Jake again for the 100th time, but Jake’s blonde fluffy mop was nowhere to be seen. At lunch, Floyd grabbed his food and looked for a place to sit, over in the corner all by himself sat Jake looking like he had sulked his eyes out. Floyd took his shot and went over to Jake’s miserable table. ‘’Here to make fun of me?’’ Jake sniffled, ‘’No, no I just want to sit if that's okay?’’. Floyd sat down and started to eat, Jake hadn’t even touched his food, he just kept staring at Floyd until he broke the silence by saying…‘’It’s not that bad, right?’’.

Floyd’s heart began to race as he looked up to face Jake. ‘’It’s definitely different, it suits you. I’ve also been needing a haircut to be honest’’. Jake's facial expression suddenly changed, an Idea must have flashed in his head or something, Floyd couldn’t tell. ‘’Oh, yeah you really do actually, meet me at the school gate after school I wanna take you somewhere’’, and with that Jake was off, leaving Floyd puzzled to the core. At the end of the day Floyd went over to Jake who seemed to have perked up since the morning. ‘’Hey shaggy boy, what took so long’’, Floyd looked at Jake in disgust ‘’what's with the name!?’’. ‘’Just stating the facts Floyd’’ Jake replied as they started walking down the road.


About 15 minutes later Jake and Floyd reached a flat complex. ‘’Why are we here?’’ asked Floyd who was now starting to get anxious. ‘’You’ll see’’, Jake shortly replied. Floyd and Jake soon were in front of a flat door. Jake knocked on the door, and like magic it suddenly opened. A bald stubby man opened the door, ‘’Jake!! Mate your buzz is still looking sharp I did a good job you know!’’ Floyds whole body froze, he now realised Jake’s plan, and now he was trapped right in it. ‘’Whose this here!?, With the birds nest on his head?’’, ‘’That's Floyd, he has been needing a haircut for quite a while now. I was hoping you would know what to do with him.’’ Floyd had horror in his eyes as Darryl put his arm on his shoulder, ‘’Yes, yes I know exactly what this lad needs, a proper good chop down!’’. Floyds heart stopped. Darryl turned to Jake, ‘’Jake mate can you pop to the shops and get me some more milk? I'm fully out of it, here's a tenner, I should be done with your friend Floyd here before you get back.


Floyd was now standing in the middle of Darryl's, dark gloomy flat wondering how the hell he ended up there. Darryl then broke the silence by saying, ‘’I’ll never understand how you boys let it get this bad, you boys must be so hot, that's why all boys should have short cropped hair’’ Floyd’s heart was on another level with its beating. Darryl grabbed Floyd by the shoulder and pushed him into his tiny bathroom, ‘’Here, take a seat. I hope you don’t mind taking your s**t off, there’s gonna be a lot of hair!’’. Floyd sat down and took off his school blazer and buttoned shirt exposing his chest and upper torso. Darryl, on the other hand, seemed to be fiddling with a toolbox of some sort.


Darryl, turned round holding a huge pair of barbering shears and walked over to a now almost quivering Floyd. Darryl stood behind Floyd, with one hand holding the massive barber shears and the other hand now occupied with rubbing through Floyd’s long mop. ‘’Don’t worry about me asking what hairstyle you need. I know what you need lad, trust me.’’ Floyd felt like running out of the dingy flat, but he was frozen, unable to move a muscle.

‘’Let's start by getting rid of this bulk, aye?’’, with that Darryl picked up a large section of Floyd’s hair and cut it close to the scalp. Darryl let out a chuckle as he continued the same motion on top of Floyd's head, making sure to drop the chopped, chestnut locks into Floyd’s lap. Seeing the amount of hair falling into his lap at such an alarming rate, Floyd’s eyes widened in disbelief. Meanwhile Darryl had reached Floyds thick fringe. Darryl lifted Floyd’s head up so Floyd could see himself in the mirror facing him, in a split second Floyd watched as Daryl dragged and snipped the shears across his fringe, right on the hairline.

Floyd now looked like he had one of those razor line-ups. ‘’Much better’’ Darryl whispered. ‘’What should we do on the sides?, a two or a one?’’ Darryl let out another sly chuckle, ‘’Don’t stress lad I know you want the number one!!’’ Floyd whimpered. Darryl in an instant had the clippers out, with barely a guard on, he fired them up and drove them through Floyd’s sides and back, heaps of chocolate, chestnut hair fell to the floor. Floyd was almost hyperventilating, by the time Darryl was done with him, he might need an ambulance he thought to himself. As Darryl went over to switch guards Floyd glanced in the mirror, facing opposite to him, he had been butchered, his hair on the top was chunky and out of proportion, and his hair on the sides? Well Floyd barely had any, it reminded him of those horrible 1960 whitewalls.

Darryl had now successfully switched to a number two guard, he towered over Floyd and mowed through what was left on top of Floyd’s head. Floyd was fully paralysed, his mouth was drier than any desert on earth, but nothing could prepare him for the horror that played out next. Darryl took off the clippers guard and made his way over to Floyd's sideburn. In one swipe, he took Floyd’s sideburn right up to the top of his ear. Floyd almost started to gag, while Darryl repeated the same on the other side.

Now finished, Darryl rubbed his hands through Floyd’s cropped hair. ‘’So much better without all that disgusting hair!, I can see your forehead now!’’ Darryl exclaimed, Floyd was almost bright red, but let out another small whimper. Five minutes later, while sitting listening to Darryl’s short hair rants in the living room, the door opened and in walked Jake, who knew exactly what he had done, he had a smirk plastered right on his face. ‘’Wow Floyd! Darryl has done you well, you look just like me! ’Floyd threw a fake smile right at Jake. After saying goodbye to Darryl, Jake dropped Floyd home. Floyd’s dad greeted him at the door with a manly gasp, ‘’Oh my. Floyd I-’’, ‘’Shut it dad, it’s exactly what I wanted’’. Floyd knew that was a lie but his dad didn’t need to know that.

Floyd walked into the bathroom and stared at his new look in the mirror. His shorts started to rise up again, but this time Floyd wasn’t embarrassed. Floyd grabbed a bottle of ‘UNKNOWN’ substance and for the next ten minutes had the time of his life while staring at his new buzzcut.

-Thanks for reading, please leave a comment below I would love to see feedback, and any story suggestions :)

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