Callum part 2 by Bald K

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"This time tomorrow I will be on the plane back to England and preparing for university," Callum said to Brody. "I am going to miss my cuz and my new buds."
"I am going to miss you, and how you have changed with your taste in music," Brody replied.
"From listening to mainstream pop rubbish to a psychobilly, punk, and oi music lover," Callum grinned. "Do you know what I would love me and you to do?"
"I have an idea," Brody replied. "A visit to Brian for a freshen up of the flatty?"
"Also, something more permanent to remind us of our time together," Call grinned. "I think you have been thinking about the Tome."
"A visit to Taz for the Psykick dragon fire tattoo like psycho punk has got?" Brody asked Callum. "I must admit I have been thinking of getting it inked on my chest ever since I saw it on psycho punk’s skull."
"Shall we do it then?" Callum asked Brody. "We can do Brian tomorrow before my flight home."
"If you get the tattoo done, you get Brian to redo my recon," Rocky said as he walked into the kitchen. "You know father hates tattoos."
"If we do, you say nothing about me and Callum getting the tattoo done," Brody told Rocky. "You will say you went and got the haircut done without me knowing."
"I guess so," Rocky grinned. "What time are we going to get the haircut tomorrow?"
"Callum’s flight is in the afternoon, we will go in the morning so Callum can shower before his flight," Brody told Rocky as he got his phone out of his pocket. "What are you doing today?"
"Clint’s dad is picking me up in ten, I will be back tonight," Rocky told Brody before walking out of the kitchen.
"I will call Taz now and see if she can do the tattoo for us," Brody told Callum as he found Taz’s number and pressed the call button.
"Brody, dude, what can I do for you?" Taz said as she answered her phone.
"I know it is your day off, but I want a real big favour," Brody told Taz
"Spill the beans" Taz said.
"My cuz, Callum flies back home tomorrow and we want a memory of his visit," Brody said to Taz. "Could you do the dragon fire tattoo on our chests like today?"
"I suppose you want a discount as well," Taz asked Brody. "Meet me at my studio in an hour."
"You are the best," Brody said to Taz. "See you in an hour."
"It’s happening then cuz?" Callum asked Brody. "We are going to get the tattoo done?"
"Meeting Taz in her studio in an hour," Brody grinned. "How about a four-ring ladder in the ear as well?"
"Why not," Callum grinned. "How about brekkie at the diner before we meet Taz?"
"Let’s do it." Brody grinned. "Inked and pierced, my dad will flip at the metal, but we can keep the ink covered up."
"That is the handy thing about having a ensuite bathroom," Callum said as he got into Brody’s car.

Brody and Callum thanked Taz as they walked out of her tattoo and piercing studio and walked back to Brody’s car.
"We look so different with the metal in the ear," Callum said to Brody as they drove off, heading to Brody’s home. "Just the haircut tomorrow before I depart."
"Father is home, his meeting with the bank must have finished early," Brody said as he turned off the engine to his car.
"At least we can get it over and done with him seeing our metal," Callum told Brody as they walked into the house.
"Meeting go ok with the bank?" Brody asked his father as they walked into the kitchen.
"I have got the loan to expand the business," Brody’s father replied. "What is that in your ear?"
"It is a sort of memory for me and Callum to remember his visit, I will remove them when I join the military," Brody replied calmly.
"At least you did not decide to get a tattoo," Brody’s father sighed. "I have booked us into that restaurant Callum enjoyed for a farewell meal."
"I guess I better start to pack my stuff," Callum said. "You coming up?" Callum asked Brody.
"Sure, we need to sort out the stick with a few skinhead and psychobilly albums on it," Brody replied. "Can we have a couple of beers to take up?" Brody asked his father.
"Sure," Brody’s father said as he took a six pack out of the fridge.
"I thought father would have flipped big time when he saw our ear piercings," Brody said to Callum as they walked into Callum’s room.
"He seemed preoccupied with other stuff," Callum replied as he pulled his suitcase out of the wardrobe.
"True, perhaps he is not telling us everything," Brody said as he opened a can of beer before stripping off his shirt.
"F*** I love the ink," Callum said as he stripped his shirt off. "I am going to miss you so much cuz, maybe fly over to visit us next year," Callum said to Brody. "I am going to get the haircut a bit different when we visit Brian tomorrow."
"Tome here, what are you thinking of getting done?" Brody asked Callum.
"You will find out in the morning, maybe you will get the Tome haircut," Callum grinned as he put his new boots in his suitcase. "Back and sides will be white walled again though."
"Tome here," Brody replied. "Are you taking your old clothes with you?"
"You can dump a few bits, but I guess my mates will disown me now I don’t have the Tome look as them," Callum replied.

"It has been great having you over here with us," Jerry told Callum as he walked in with Brody to the kitchen. "This is a little something for you," Jerry said as he handed Callum an envelope.
"Aww, thanks uncle," Callum said as he took a first-class plane ticket out of the envelope.
"What have you got planned for today until Brody takes you to the airport?" Jerry asked Callum.
"I am getting the flattop redone, but nothing else," Callum replied.
"I am getting the flattop redone as well," Brody told his father. "Do you want me to take Rocky to get his haircut redone?"
"No, Rocky is growing his hair out to look decent again," Jerry told Brody.
"Aww, please dad, I like the haircut Brian gave me," Rocky said to his father. "It will help me fit in when I do the trials for the football team."
"Rocky does look good with the recon high and tight," Brody told his father. "It saves shampoo, and the other stuff Rocky used to put in his hair."
"Please, let me get the haircut done again, It went down great at the wedding," Rocky pleaded with his father.
"Ok, I guess it will not hurt," Jerry sighed. "Here is twenty to cover the haircut."
"Thanks dad, you are the best," Rocky grinned as he took the money off Jerry.
"I am off to meet a new client," Jerry said as he put his suit jacket on. "Keep in touch and do not hesitate to get in touch if you want to come back next year," Jerry told Callum.
"I will, thank you," Callum said to Jerry.

Brody, Callum and Rocky arrived at Brian’s barber shop and walked in to see Brian caping up a young man.
"Hey Zak, what are you doing here?" Rocky said to the young man Brian was caping up. "You usually go to sports clips and get the ends trimmed up."
"Zak has been on at me since we got back from our vacation to get his head shaved like yours," Zak’s father told Rocky.
"When I heard you were getting yours redone, father finally relented and here I am," Zak grinned.
"Grade one on top and the rest white walled then?" Brian asked Zak’s father as he lifted Zak’s fringe and placed the Oster’s at Zak’s hairline.
"Do it, we will get round his mother somehow I guess," Zak’s father sighed.
"Go for it Zak!" Rocky shouted as Brian ran the clippers down the centre of Zak’s head.
"Cannot stick my hair back on," Zak grinned as Brian ran the Oster’s over again removing more of Zak’s long brown hair.
Brian continued to run the Oster’s over Zak’s head leaving three millimetres of hair on Zak’s head.
"Still want the back and sides white walled. "Brian said as he changed the blade on the Oster’s.
"Sure," Zak grinned. "Me and Rocky the recon shaved buddies."
Brian marked out the recon before running the Oster’s over the back and sides of Zak’s head leaving a minute amount of stubble. Brian lathered up the back and sides of Zak’s head and carefully shaved the back and sides smooth.
"How do you like it?" Brian asked as he showed Zak his new haircut.
"I love it," Zak grinned. "Do you like it?" Zak asked his father.
"It is certainly different to the long hair you used to have," Zak’s father told Zak. "Cheaper as well."
"That is a lot of hair on the floor," Zak laughed as he got up off the chair. "I love the feeling of the shaved back and sides."
"So do I," Rocky said to Zak as he climbed into the chair. "Tighten the recon please Brian."
Brian quickly redone Rocky’s high and tight recon and Rocky was smiling as he rubbed the back of his shaved head.
"The high and tight buds," Rocky said to Zak with a massive grin on his face. "Are you keeping the look
"Can I keep this haircut please," Zak asked his father. "I really do like it.
"If you want to, I cannot see a problem," Zak’s father told Zak.
"Fancy some gaming back at my place?" Zak asked Rocky.
"Sure," Rocky replied. "See you soon cuz, keep in touch with me on Instagram or Facebook."
"I will," Callum said to Rocky as he walked over and sat down in the chair.
"Want the flat redone?" Brian asked Callum as he secured the neck strip around Callum’s neck.
"Nah, I am going a bit more extreme," Callum told Brian.
"How much more extreme?" Brian asked as he tucked the cape into the neck strip.
"Horseshoe flattop, leave about half an inch of hair for the shoe and make the rest of the head smooth again," Callum told Brian.
"Go for it cuz," Brody said to Callum. "I will get the Tome cut."
Brian switched the Oster’s on and shaved the back and sides of Callum’s head before picking up a smaller set of clippers and set about creating the horseshoe.
"How does that look?" Brian asked as he showed Callum the horseshoe with a small mirror. "I would suggest leaving about half an inch of hair for the shoe.
"Looks perfect, what do you think cuz?" Callum replied.
"Stunning cuz, it will look better after Brian has used the razor to give you the ultimate shoe," Brody told Callum.
Brian changed the blade on the Oster’s and reduced the horseshoe down to a half of an inch in length before lathering up the back and sides of Callum’s head along with the area to be shaved on top. "Brian changed the blade in his straight razor and carefully shaved Callum’s head leaving just the half of an inch horseshoe.
"Yeah, I love it," Callum grinned as Brian showed Callum the finished haircut. "Just need to find a barber in Bristol when I am at university to do this cut or a flattop."
"I am sure you will find one," Brian said as he removed the cape.
"If not grow it out and get it done when you visit again next year," Brody said to Callum as he sat down and Brian caped him up. "Tome as my cuz please," Brody said to Brian.
"Sounds a plan," Callum grinned as he watched Brian do Brody’s horseshoe. "Could you take some photos of me and my cuz after you finish Brody’s shoe?" Callum asked Brian. "I want to put them on my Instagram and Facebook."
"No problem," Brian replied as he lathered up the back and sides and part of the top of Brody’s head and started to shave the stubble off.
Brian wiped the excess lather off Brody’s head and removed the cape. Brody grinned as Brian showed Brody the finished horseshoe and got out of the chair and walked back over to where Callum was sitting.
"Great choice of a haircut cuz," Brody said to Callum.
"Let’s get the pics done," Callum said to Brody as he stripped his shirt off. "Time to show the world our new look."
"Yeah, f*** what my parents say, they cannot get rid of my ink," Brody said as he removed his shirt.
"Dragon fire tattoos, nice one buds," Brian said as he took Callum’s phone off him. "What shots do you want?"
"One face on so it shows the tattoo, one of me and Brody facing each other so the shaved sides can be seen, and one of us bowing our heads so the shoe is visible," Callum told Brian.
"Sounds cool to me," Brody said as he stood next to Callum so Brian could do the photos. "Send them over to me so I can post on my social media."
Brian took the photos of Brody and Callum before handing the phone back to Callum. Callum sent the photos over to Brody and they uploaded the photos onto Facebook and Instagram.
"It has been great meeting you," Callum said to Brian as he took his debit card out of his wallet.
"It has been great transforming a young English guy into a English guy with an American haircut," Brian said to Callum. "Have this haircut on me and make sure you come back next year."
"I will, thank you for changing how I look with the great haircuts you have given me," Callum told Brian.
"Time to get you home so you can shower and freshen up before I take you to the airport," Brody told Callum.

Callum walked into the arrivals lounge of the airport and saw his stepfather, Kevin sitting on a chair drinking a coffee.
"Where is mum?" Callum asked Kevin as he sat down.
"Gail broke her ankle at the gym last week," Kevin told Callum. "You look different with the haircut and the earrings."
"Do you like it?" Callum asked Kevin.
"No, you look stupid with that haircut and the earrings," Kevin told Callum. "Let’s get you home."
Callum followed Kevin out of the airport and to the car park where Kevin had parked the car.
"What made you get the haircut and the ear pierced?" Kevin asked Callum as Callum placed his rucksack and suitcase in the boot of the car before climbing into the passenger seat.
"I have wanted to get it for a while, but barbers in our city do not have a clue how to do them," Callum replied as he secured the seatbelt and Kevin drove off. "Hopefully find a decent barber in Bristol when I get there on Saturday."
"You mean you are keeping that haircut and clothes when you are at university?" Kevin said to Callum. "This is England not America."
"Got a problem with that?" Callum replied. "I can always shave it off if I cannot find a decent barber."
"Don’t forget you need to find a job, me and you mother are only paying your rent and covering your food costs," Kevin reminded Callum.
"Yeah, I know that I need to find a job," Callum told Kevin. "I will get in touch with some agencies if I cannot find work."

Kevin pulled up outside the home and Callum got out of the car and pulled his suitcase and rucksack out of the boot and followed Kevin into the house, Callum took his suitcase and rucksack to his bedroom before walking back downstairs and into the lounge where his mother was sitting.
"Go on, let’s hear it, why did you get the haircut like that and also that awful tattoo, you can remove those rings in your ear as well," Gail said to Callum.
"Thank you mum, I had a great time in Dallas with Brody," Callum replied sarcastically. "I fancied a change of how I look, I am eighteen now don’t forget."
"You mean he also got a tattoo?" Kevin asked Gail.
"Go on, show us that monstrosity you got inked like Brody," Gail told Callum.
"Fine!" Callum shouted at his mother before stripping off his t-shirt to reveal the tattoo. "Like it?"
"You bloody idiot!" Kevin shouted at Callum. "What drugs were you on when you had that done!"
"I was not on any f***ing drugs!" Callum shouted at Kevin. "One of Brody’s buddies had the Tome tattoo inked on his scalp and also had his septum pierced!"
"At least you did not get that done," Gail sighed.
"I am going to unpack and then go out," Callum told Gail and Kevin as he walked out of the lounge.
Callum went to his bedroom and unlocked his suitcase and placed the clothes his aunt had washed in his wardrobe. As Callum reached the bottom of his suitcase, Callum found a black bag which was sealed.
"I did not put this in my case," Callum thought to himself as he took the bag out of the suitcase. "F***, it’s the dark moon of Venus album I told Brody I liked," Callum said to himself as he took the record out of the bag. "It’s the limited-edition purple vinyl as well."
Callum took his phone out of his pocket and sent a message to Brody thanking him for the album and will facetime later.
"Time to quit this place for a bit and get a proper beer inside me," Callum thought to himself as he messaged Ciaran, Jacob, and Noah saying he was going to the pub and meet them there.
"Don’t drink too much," Kevin told Callum as Callum opened the front door.
"Don’t worry I will not drink too much," Callum replied as he stepped outside. "Always the Tome, don’t drink too much," Callum thought as he made his way to the pub.

Callum arrived at the barrel of ale and pushed the door open and walked in to see Noah standing at the bar.
"Is curly going to buy his mate a beer then?" Callum said as he stood next to Noah.
"Do I have a choice?" Noah replied. "Woah that is like a wicked haircut man!"
"It is certainly different to what you had when you left here," Fred, the landlord told Callum. "What ale are you having?"
"Silver adder, please Fred," Callum replied. "Let’s say the old Callum died when he was in Dallas."
"Ciaran looks different as well," Noah told Callum."
"In what way?" Callum asked Noah as he took a mouthful of his beer.
"Got a haircut," Ciaran said as he walked to the bar.
"Did you lose a bet and had to get it shaved off?" Callum asked Ciaran.
"Ciaran got a bit drunk a couple of nights back and said if we raised a ton he would shave his head for cancer research," Fred told Callum.
"They raised a ton fifty and Tim went home and got his shaver and Ciaran went skinhead," Noah grinned.
"Parents went off on one when they saw me the next day, but I sort of like it and may keep it," Ciaran told Callum. "What is that haircut you have got?"
"It is called a horseshoe flattop," Callum replied. "My cuz was getting his haircut just after I arrived and got a tradition hight and tight flattop with the landing strip, a bit of gentle persuasion and I got the Tome."
"What’s with the rings and ink though?" Noah asked Callum.
"The day I got the haircut I got introduced to a different style of music and the tattoo is the album cover of a group called Psykick."
"Let’s see the ink then," Fred said to Callum.
"What do you think about it?" Callum asked Fred as he pulled his shirt over his head.
"Not my scene, but it looks ok," Fred told Callum.
"I thought Jacob would be here, not like him to miss a visit to the pub," Callum said to Ciaran and Noah.
"Jacob has got a job at a supermarket and is working today," Noah told Callum. "When are you going to Bristol for University?"
"I leave Saturday morning," Callum replied. "I will miss you."

Callum Waved goodbye to Gail and Kevin and closed the front door before going up to his room he would be sleeping in while he was at university. Callum set up his laptop with the wi-fi code that he found by the television before setting up his hi-fi system and unpacking his case. Callum heard a car pull up and a young man with dirty blond hair got out and opened the boot of his car and pulled out his suitcase. Callum walked out of his bedroom and down the stairs and opened the front door for the young man.
"Thanks for that mate," the young man said to Callum. "Nice horseshoe flat you have got."
"Cheers, you know this haircut?" Callum replied. "I am Callum by the way."
"Nice to meet you, I am Dylan," Dylan said. "My father is a traditional barber in Norwich and a few young guys are into psycho punk as they call it, I worked in there."
"Cool, my American cousin got me into psychobilly and oi while I was there," Callum told Dylan. "Saw a group called Psykick."
"Is that where you got the haircut?" Dylan asked Callum.
"Started off with a traditional high and tight flattop with a landing strip and got the horseshoe the day I flew back," Callum told Dylan, "I need to find a barber here that can maintain it."
"Sure, we can find you one," Dylan told Callum. "Do you know this other guys called Jake and Tom who are staying with us?"
"Only that one arrives tomorrow, and the other one is already here," Callum told Dylan. "Do you fancy a beer at the pub just round the corner before you unpack?"
"Sounds good to me," Dylan replied. "I hope they do real ale I cannot stand lager."
"I had to put up with Budweiser or Coors while I was with my cousin," Callum sighed. "And that was at his home as we were both too young to drink in bars."
"Let’s get to the pub then," Dyland said to Callum.
Callum and Dylan walked the short distance to the pub and made their way to the bar.
"Decent variety of ales," Callum said to Dylan. "What do you fancy for a starter?"
"Let’s go for a gold beer for starters," Dylan replied. "I usually start on gold or blonde and work up to the porters and stouts."
"Can I have two pints of the gold, please," Callum asked the young man with brown brushed back hair who was behind the bar.
"Could I see some ID for both of you?" The young man asked Callum and Dylan.
Callum and Dylan took their driving licences out of their wallets and handed them over to the young man.
"Your hair is certainly different," the young man said to Callum as he handed the driving licenses back before pouring the beer. "Are you into psychobilly?" The young man asked Callum.
"Yeah, my American cousin got me into it a few weeks ago," Callum told the young man. "I had a quiff that a barber took down to a flattop and just before I had the shoe done."
"Looks good on you," the young man told Callum. "Are you new here for university?"
"Yeah, we are living at a four-bed house in Port Avenue," Dylan told the young man.
Number seven by any chance?" The young man asked Callum and Dylan.
"Yeah, that is the place," Callum told the young man.
"I am Tom, one of your housemates, I am in my second year studying ancient history," Tom told Callum and Dylan. "I can show you round the city tomorrow if you like."
"That sound a good idea," Dylan said to Tom.
"Thank you, that sounds a good idea," Callum said as he paid for the beer and walked over to a table and sat down next to Dylan.
"We know one of our housemates then," Dylan said to Callum.
"Seems a decent guy," Callum replied. "Find some watering holes in the city and look for work."
"And a barber that can do your haircut," Dylan grinned.
"True, it will need to be done at least every four to six weeks," Callum replied.

"That was a great time yesterday," Callum said to Dylan as he walked into the kitchen and switched the kettle on. "What’s the plan for today?"
"Just waiting for Tom to surface and then go into the city," Dylan replied. "We also need to work on a rota for who does what."
"Are you a veggie?" Callum asked Dylan. "I am a pretty good cook, and I don’t mean just frozen food."
"I love my meat," Dylan told Callum. "You willing to be our cook?"
"Sounds good to me," Tom said as he walked into the kitchen. "Black coffee please," Tom said to Callum.
Callum made two mugs of coffee and sat at the table with Dylan and Tom.
"Busses are every thirty on a Sunday," Tom said. "Next one is along in twenty."
"How about finding a café and having a fry up for brekkie?" Dylan suggested.
"I know a decent café that can do a decent fry up for us and it is not a chain," Tom told Callum and Dylan.
"Do that then," Callum said. "We need to do some shopping, so we don’t do pizza and kebabs all the time.
"I need a haircut," Tom said. "Plenty of Turk chop shops in the city."
"I can do you a skinhead," Dylan grinned. "I need one of you to give me a skinhead."
"You are a skinhead?" Callum asked Dylan. "Would not have guessed with your blond mop."
"It is called my mum," Dylan sighed. "She would not allow me to even get a grade four."
"I can do that for you," Callum told Dylan. "When do you want it done?"
"F*** it, you can do mine at the same time," Tom grinned. "Always fancied having a skinhead crop."
"If I cannot find a decent barber that can do flattop or horseshoe haircuts I will be joining you," Callum told Dylan and Tom.

"Looks like Jake has arrived then," Dylan said as he saw a sports car parked outside the house.
"F***ing personalised number plate as well," Tom said as he put the key in the front door and opened it.
"Good afternoon, my name is Jake Woodrow, and I am staying here for the duration of my university course," Jake told Callum, Dylan, and Tom.
"Nice to meet you," Callum said to Jake. "I am Callum, this is Dylan, and this is Tom."
"We are just going to have a couple of pints in the King if you fancy joining us," Dylan said to Jake.
"I do not partake in the consumption of alcohol, and I most certainly do not frequent those places," Jake replied. "I am a Methodist, and I attend church on Sunday."
"Suit yourself," Callum said to Jake. "You do not have to drink alcohol; you can drink a fruit juice."
"As I said I do not frequent those establishments," Jake said. "I will go and unpack."
"What a f***ing p****," Tom said to Callum and Dylan as they made their way to the pub.

"Time to get some food and head back to the house?" Callum said as he checked the time.
"Get a kebab and take some more beer home?" Tom suggested.
"Sounds good to me," Callum grinned. "Piss off the prick by taking beer home."
After ordering the kebab and buying some beer from a supermarket, Callum, Dylan, and their way back to the house and walked into the kitchen and placed the food on some plates before walking into the lounge carrying the cans of beer.
"Oh no, do not tell me you have bought meat and alcohol into the house," Jake said as Callum walked into the room followed by Dylan and Max. "I am a vegan, respect my wishes by not bringing meat and alcohol into the house."
"Listen here you f***ing snob," Tom to Jake. "We live here along with you, and we eat meat and drink beer in the house
"If you don’t like it, find somewhere else to live," Dylan said as he opened a can of beer.
"I expect that sort of attitude from the freak with a nearly shaved head and those awful rings in the ear," Jake said looking at Callum.
"At least I am my own f***ing person," Callum told Jake. "Who cut your hair?"
"I had my own personal stylist who I visited every four weeks," Jake told Callum. "Who cut you hair?"
"This is called a horseshoe high and tight, which I had done by an American barber a few days ago," Callum told Jake. "It is a psychobilly haircut."
"I am going to my room," Jake said as he walked out of the lounge.
"F*** knows what he will say when he sees me in my boots and braces with a skinhead crop," Dylan laughed.
"When do you want me to do it?" Callum asked Dylan. "I want to test out the gym at the university before heading into the city to look for work."
"How about doing the gym and coming back and doing my haircut before I grab a shower and then head into the city?" Dylan suggested.
"Sounds good," Callum grinned. "What about you?" Callum asked Tom.
"I am working in the pub from five to close, I guess I could do the gym and lose the hair," Tom told Callum.
"Get to the gym for say nine and do a session before me and Tom lose our hair," Dylan told Callum and Tom. "I will drive us to the gym."

"That was a great workout, we should arrange regular sessions," Tom said as he got out of Dylan’s car. "I see the snob has gone out."
"F*** him," Callum said as they walked into the house.
"I will just get the Clippers and cape from my room," Dylan told Callum as he headed up to his room, returning with the clippers and the cape.
"You still want me to do the scalping then?" Callum asked Dylan as Dylan pulled up a chair and sat down.
"Sure do, all off clipper shave," Dylan told Callum. "You still up for it?" Dylan asked Tom.
"Yeah, I still want a skinhead," Tom grinned. "All off like you are getting."
Callum tucked the cape into Dylan’s shirt before picking up the clippers and flicking the switch just as Jake walked in.
"What do you think you are doing?" Jake said as he put a box on the draining board.
"Getting a haircut," Dylan replied nonchalantly. "Do your after Tom has had his done."
"I have just met my new stylist that Alfie recommended to me," Jake replied. "I am seeing Paul on Saturday to get it trimmed, I also met my new personal trainer at his gym."
"What is wrong with the gym at the university?" Dylan asked Jake as Callum ran the clippers up the side of his head.
"Use the university gym with you commoners? I think not," Jake said before walking out and returning with some more boxes. "As you can see I have purchased a small fridge and my own utensils, so my food does not get contaminated with your meat.
"We have a dishwasher you stuck up p****," Callum told Jake as he continued to shave Dylan’s head. "That will clean everything."
"I shall be out most of the day meeting my new minister at the church," Jake said as he walked out of the kitchen.
"Why have we got that stuck up s*** living with us?" Callum said as he switched off the clippers and removed the cape from around Dylan. "You still wanting the same haircut?" Callum asked Tom.
"F*** yeah," Tom replied as he sat down on the chair. "Dylan looks awesome with his head shaved."
Callum caped Tom up and picked up the clippers and switched them. Callum ran the clippers down the centre of Tom’s head and deposited nearly two inches of hair to the floor. Callum quickly removed the rest of Tom’s hair and switched off the clippers before removing the cape.
"Bald twins," Dylan laughed as he rubbed the little stubble on Tom’s head.
"You two remind me of my cuz Brody’s buddies, Scotty and Tommy who went bald when I got my first flatty," Callum told Dylan and Tom. "Get showered and we will head into the city."
"Maybe we should razor-shave the domes," Dylan laughed.
"I would be up for it," Tom told Dylan. "How are you with a razor?" Tom asked Callum.
"I will do it for you if that is what to have done," Callum told Tom.
"I will go and get the gel and razor," Tom said to Callum. "Are you doing it?" Tom asked Dylan.
"Yeah, I will do it so we can be proper bald buddies," Dylan replied.
Tom went to his room and picked up his razor and shaving gel before returning to the kitchen where he saw Dylan with a towel soaked in hot water sitting on the chair. Tom handed Callum the shaving gel and razor. Removing the towel, Callum spread a layer of shaving gel over the stubble on Dylan’s head before rinsing the excess gel off his hands and picking up the razor to shave Dylan’s head. Callum carefully shaved the stubble of Dylan’s head before doing Tom’s shave.
"You should join us as a bald boy," Tom said to Callum as he stood up. "The feeling of no hair is awesome."
"If I don’t get a job, or a job that does not like this hairstyle I will," Callum told Dylan and Tom. "Now let’s shower and get into the city so me and Dylan can look for some work."

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