Reid by Bald K

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Finally, we are getting new neighbours," Reid thought to himself as he arrived home from school and saw a removals van unloading some furniture. "Looks like their son is about my age," Reid thought to himself as a young boy with a crewcut walked out of the house.
"Hi, I am Harry," Harry said to Reid. "I am your new neighbour."
"Nice to meet you, I am Reid," Reid said to Harry.
"Still at school?" Harry asked Reid.
"Last exam tomorrow then I am off to college in September," Reid told Harry.
"Had my last exam yesterday, I am off to college here as well," Harry told Reid. "Fancy showing me round the town at the weekend?"
"Sure, we can sort out what time later," Reid told Harry. "You got any brothers or sisters?"
"Just me and my dad mate," Harry replied. "Moved here as my dad has got the job as the pharmacist at the local pharmacy."
"Nice one," Reid grinned.
"Afternoon young man, I see you have met my son, Harry," Harry’s father said as he walked out of the house.
"I have sir, and we will both be attend college together," Reid said to Harry’s father. "Here come my father now."
"Good afternoon," George said to Harry’s father I am George."
"Nice to meet you George," I am Chris, your new chemist."
"Handy to know," George said to Chris. "Do you fancy a beer later?"
"I would like that," Chris said to George.
"You can meet my wife Sue, shall we say we go to the pub at say seven?" George suggested to Chris.
"Sounds good to me," Chris said to George.

"That’s our final exam done," Reid said to Troy. "What time do you fly out to Majorca tomorrow?"
"Leaving at silly o clock," Troy grinned. "What are your plans for the break?"
"Nothing much as mum and dad could not get the same weeks off," Reid sighed.
"Time to get the hair chopped," Troy said as he pushed the door open to a barbers shop. "You coming in?"
"Sure, but I am not getting my hair chopped," Reid replied as he ran his fingers through his hair that covered the bottom of his collar.
"Never one to experiment with your hair are you," Troy laughed as he sat in the barber’s chair.
"What is it to be?" The barber asked Troy as he secured a neck strip round Troy’s neck before securing the cape.
Two on top with a high skin fade please," Troy told the barber.
"Bit short for you mate," Reid said to Troy.
"Fancy a change and it is going to be hot on holiday," Troy replied as the barber placed the number two guard on the clippers.
"Perhaps it is time to change my hairstyle," Reid thought to himself as the barber started to run the clippers over the top of Troy’s head.
Reid watched as the barber shaved Troy’s hair down to a quarter of an inch all over before removing the guard.
"How high do you want the skin fade?" The barber asked Troy.
"As high as you can take it, so it shows plenty of skin," Troy replied.
Reid watched as the barber shaved the back of Troy’s hair close to the crown before doing the same to the sides and blending the hair into the hair left on top before picking up an electric razor and shaving the back and sides of Troy’s hair down to the skin.
"How is that young man?" The barber asked Troy as he showed Troy the back and sides of his head in a small mirror.
"Perfect mate." Troy grinned as he rubbed the back of his head. "Plenty of skin showing just as I wanted.
Troy paid for the haircut and walked out of the barbers with Reid and made their way back to Troy’s home and walking into his bedroom.
"FIFA?" Troy asked Reid as he switched on his PlayStation.
"Go on then, but I have to make a move after the match," Reid replied. "Got any beer?"
"I will go and get us a can each," Troy said to Reid. "Good job our olds allow us the occasional beer."

Reid arrived home after beating Troy at FIFA and got the washing out of the machine and put it in a basket before taking it outside and started to hang it on the washing line as Harry walked out of his house with Chris who was carrying a chair and a small box.
"How was your exam?" Harry asked Reid as he pulled his polo shirt off.
"Easy mate, maths is one of my favourite subjects," Reid replied. "What’s occurring?"
"End of school haircut," Harry replied as Chris took a pair of cordless clippers out of the box. "Harry only has a crewcut due to stupid school regulations."
"Oh, I see," Reid replied as he walked over to the fence to watch Harry get his haircut. "F*** he is getting it shaved off no guard," Reid said to himself as Chris ran the clippers down the centre of Harry’s head.
"Harry is into traditional skinhead oi and ska music," Chris told Reid as he carried on shaving Harry’s head.
"You should try a skinhead crop," Harry said to Reid. "Get a fresh new look."
"Maybe," Reid replied as Chris moved to the side of Harry’s head.
"If you change your mind I will do it for you," Harry grinned. "Make us skinhead brothers."
"Sure man," Reid grinned as Chris shaved more of Harry’s hair off.
Chris carried on shaving Harry’s head and checked he had not missed any spots before switching the clippers off and putting them back in the box.
"What are you doing after you have hung the washing out?" Harry asked Reid.
"Not much, fancy coming round?" Reid said to Harry. "Chill out."
"Sure, let me shower and I will bring some music we can listen to," Harry told Reid. "See you in about ten."
Reid finished hanging the washing out on the line and walked back indoors and changed out of his school uniform. Making his way downstairs just as Harry knocked on the door.
"Come on in mate," Reid said as he opened the door where Harry was standing.
"Cheers mate, glad I am rid of the hair," Harry said to Reid as he walked in. "Thought we could listen to some madness and then the specials."
"Sounds good." Reid grinned. "How long have you been a skinhead?"
"Couple of years now," Harry replied. "Started off when I went and visited my cousin and he took me to a madness tribute night at a pub, spent the week listening to madness, specials and other ska and oi skinhead stuff."
"Did you go straight to how short you have just had it cut?" Reid asked Harry.
"Nah, started off with a two buzz but school told me it was too short," Harry told Reid. "Easter I had the two-buzz redone and in summer went to a one buzz for a week then went zero."
"Can I have a feel?" Reid asked Harry.
"Sure man, have a rub," Harry grinned. "You are not the first one to ask.."
"Wow that feel so weird just having that bit of stubble on your head," Reid said as he rubbed Harry’s skinhead crop.
"Thinking of doing it with the razor, going chrome dome," Harry grinned."
"Been a while since I have heard madness being played," George said as he walked into the lounge. "Brings back memories of when your grandad was a nutty boy."
"Grandad was into this sort of music?" Reid asked George.
"God yes, the reaction he got when he turned up at the office after having his hair shaved down to a number one was quite funny," George laughed. "Grandad was a teenager in the office, and the rest were well into their twenties, some even coming up for retirement."
"Grandad stuck out then," Reid asked George."
"The others in the office always saw your grandad as a bit of a rebel with his pierced ear and doc marten boots," George told Reid. "Gradually they started to accept him for what he was."
"Got any pictures of grandad with his skinhead crop?" Reid asked George.
"I am sure your grandad will have some, we can ask him on Sunday when we go around for lunch," George replied. "Must get on I have a zoom call in ten minutes."
"You learn something new every day," Reid laughed as Harry changed the record.

"What are you up to today?" Sue asked Reid.
"Showing the skinhead around the town," Reid replied. "Hooking in about ten minutes."
"I can run you into town if you like," George told Reid. "I have to do a few bits."
"Thanks, we would appreciate that," Reid replied as he heard the doorbell ring. "That is probably Harry now." Reid said as he stood up and walked into the hallway and opened the door to see Harry standing there with a Fred Perry polo on with jeans, boots, and a pair of inch wide red braces on. "Wow man you even dress like a skinhead." Reid said as he saw Harry standing there.
"Sure, do man," Harry grinned. "Ready to show me the town?"
"Dad has said he will run us into town as he has a few bits to do," Reid told Harry as Harry walked in.
"Full on skinhead then," George said as he saw Harry.
"Yes sir," Harry replied. "No point in just having the haircut."
"I will just get the car keys, and we will go into town," George said.
"You really look good in that outfit," Reid said to Harry as George walked back in.
Harry and Reid got into the car and after a short drive got out of the car and made their way out of the car park.
"We will make our own way back," Reid told George. "May do a bit of gaming and grab some lunch."
"No problem," George replied. "Have a good time.
"Fancy a coffee or something before I show you round the town?" Reid asked Harry.
"Sounds good," Harry replied.
Harry and Reid made their way to a small café and walked in and ordered two coffees before sitting down.

"I know a shop you are going to fall in love with," Reid said to Harry as they walked down a street, stopping outside a shop called classic retro. "This place does your sort of clothes.
"Better have a look inside then," Harry said as he pushed the door open and walked in.
"Morning Reid, who is the skinhead with you?" A Young man with a classic flattop asked.
"This is my new neighbour, Harry," Reid replied. "Harry meet Kerry."
"Nice to meet you," Harry said to Kerry. "Looks like you have quite a selection of retro fashion clothes."
"Over two floors, with a vinyl record section upstairs," Kerry told Harry. "Feel free to browse."
"Thought anymore on your tattoo sleeve you are after?" Reid asked Kerry.
"Got it booked in over two sessions starting next Wednesday," Kerry replied. "Me and Phil worked on the design on Wednesday."
"What did you decide on?" Reid inquired.
"Greek gods starting on my chest and going all the way down to my wrist," Kerry replied. "Costing like over a grand."
"Nice one, catch you after Harry has looked over the skinhead clothing," Reid said to Kerry.
"Really cool stuff, like proper Ben Sherman and Fred Perry polos and decent jeans," Harry said to Reid as he selected a couple of polo shirts and a pair of jeans. "Wow proper oxblood docs as well."
"Do you have the fourteen eyelet oxbloods in size nine?" Harry asked Kerry.
"Just go and check out the back," Kerry said to Harry.
"Good job my mum chucks me an allowance on two hundred and my dad one fifty a month," Harry said to Reid. "Keeps me going in gear and fags."
"One size nine pair of fourteen eyelet oxbloods," Keery said as walked back over to Harry and Reid. "Would you like to try them on?"
"You bet, I have ben after a pair of theses for ages," Harry told Kerry as he sat down and removed his black grinder boots. "How much are they?"
"These are second hand in excellent condition and are one hundred pounds," Kerry replied.
"Feel really comfortable and have got a good shine on them," Harry said as he tied the boots before standing up and looking in the mirror. "I will take them along with the polo shirts and jeans," Harry told Kerry.
"Are you keeping the boots on?" Kerry asked Harry.
"You bet I am, I look a proper skinhead now," Harry replied as they walked over to the counter.
"I will just go and have a word with the owner see if we can do a deal on your purchase," Kerry told Harry.
"Like the boots then?" Harry asked Reid. "Want to come back to my place and try some decent clothes on?"
"Could do I suppose, mum and dad are out at some friends barbecue, and I don’t get on with their son Grant the stuck-up snob," Reid replied.
"Boss must be in a good mood, he has knocked the lot down to one seventy-five," Kerry told Harry as he walked back behind the counter.
"Thanks," Harry grinned as he put his card in the machine and entered his PIN.
"All done for you," Kerry said as he handed over a bag with the clothes and boots in. "You coming in next week to see how my tattoo is going?"
"Might see you in the gym before Saturday," Reid said to Kerry.
"Yeah, see you around," Kerry replied as Harry and Reid left the shop.
"I need to get signed up to a gym," Harry told Reid. "Maybe we could go together and set challenges and targets?"
"Sure, how about tomorrow?" Reid said to Harry.
"Have to be next weekend, I am off to visit my cousin who got me into the skinhead scene," Harry told Reid. "Why not come up with me?"
"I can’t mate, I have to book any time off from my paper delivery two weeks in advance," Reid sighed.
"Maybe next time," Harry said to Reid.

Harry and Reid arrived back home and walked into Harry’s house to see a note from his dad saying that he had to go back to their old city to see his parents.
"That’s both our parents out for the day then," Harry said as he read the note. "Time to chill out and do stuff."
"Guess so," Reid replied as he followed Harry into his bedroom.
"What do you think of my skinhead look?" Harry asked Reid. "Be honest with what you think."
"You pull off the skinhead look really good," Reid replied. "Makes you stand out from the crowd."
"How about trying on some of my gear? You are about the same size as me," Harry grinned. "See how you feel."
"Guess it would not hurt," Reid replied.
"Here you go then," Harry said as he opened his wardrobe and pulled out a white polo shirt with red trim and some thin black braces and handed them to Reid.
Reid removed his shirt and put the polo shirt on before sitting on a chair and removed his shoes as Harry took the grinder boots out of the bag that Kerry had put them in and handed them to Reid.
"How do you lace these things?" Reid asked Harry.
"Let me show you," Harry replied as he helped Reid with the boots and tied them. "Stand up and I will do the braces for you."
"I look a bit different I guess," Reid said as he looked in the full-length mirror on Harry’s wardrobe.
"You look like a skinhead with hair," Harry laughed. "All you need is the haircut."
"Yeah," Reid replied with a nervous laugh. "Not sure I am ready for losing my hair though."
"Only hair mate," Harry said as he took the clippers off the charging stand drawer and switched the on "Think about it, no more putting stuff in your hair, no more styling it."
"I know mate, but honestly I don’t think I am ready for shaving the skull," Reid admitted to Harry.
"I think you are ready for shaving the skull but scared of how you will look," Harry told Reid as he placed the clippers back on the charging stand. "Fancy a beer and watching a DVD?"
"Yeah, got nothing else to do," Reid replied as he started to remove the clothes.
"Keep them on mate, get to know the feel of the boots and braces," Harry said to Reid.
"You are really trying to get me to look like you," Reid grinned as he followed Harry out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
"Maybe me and my cousin will get you to get the look," Harry grinned as he handed Reid a can of beer."
"Maybe," Reid laughed.
"Have a key to get in and listen to some music while I am away and my dad is at work," Harry said as he handed Reid a key.
"Cheers mate," Reid replied as he opened his can of beer.

Reid arrived back from his morning newspaper delivery and chucked the bag in the cupboard under the stairs before walking into his bedroom and picked up his dressing gown before making his way to the bathroom and switching the shower on and undressing.
"Think about it, no more putting stuff in your hair to style it," Reid remembered Harry saying to him yesterday as he washed his hair.
Reid got out of the shower and put his dressing gown on before making his way back to his bedroom and slipped a t-shirt on and a pair of shorts before picking up his tub of hair putty and rubbing it into his head.
Reid walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where he saw his father doing the traditional Sunday full English and sat down at the table.
"How was the barbecue?" Reid asked his father.
"Usual stuff going on about how well Grant has done at college and is lined up for a place at university," George replied as he placed a full English breakfast in front of Reid. "What are your plans for the day until my parents arrive for tea?"
"Nothing really," Reid replied. "Harry is off to see his cousin for a few days, and Troy is away on holiday."
"I am driving a group around Scotland from tomorrow and your mum is on the day shift at the hospital," George told Reid as he sat down.
"Guess I will have the house to myself then," Reid grinned.
"Looks that way," George replied as he started to eat his breakfast.
Reid finished his breakfast and placed his plate and coffee mug into the dishwasher and made his way back up to his bedroom and switched his laptop on. Reid logged onto his Facebook account to see a friend request from skinboy Harry. Reid looked to see who this skinboy Harry was to see it was his new friend and accepted the request. Reid then started to google skinhead clothing and boots.
"Do I want to get some clothes and a pair of boots and succumb to Harry making me a skinhead?" Reid thought to himself. "Maybe if I suggest getting two buzz to him to see how I like it before going like zero skinhead buzzcut."
Reid switched off his laptop and told Alexa to play ska music as he laid back on his bed and started to read a magazine.
"I could get into this music," Reid thought as he thumbed through the magazine.

Reid heard a car pull up and walked over to his bedroom window to see his grandparents getting out of the car.
"Better go and say hello to them," Reid thought as he heard the doorbell ring and his father welcoming his parents.
"Hi gran, grandad," Reid said as he walked into the lounge and sat down.
"How is my shaggy haired grandson?" Reid’s grandad asked Reid.
"Yeah I am cool now I have finished my exams," Reid grinned. "I know my hair is getting a bit long now."
"First day of the school summer holidays I would take your father to see Mr Evans for his summer crewcut," Reid’s grandfather grinned.
"Number two all over until I was fourteen then you let me decide on my haircut," George said to his father. "At seventeen you were a skinhead if I remember rightly."
"Still have the boots and skinhead clothing in the attic," Reid’s grandfather smiled. "Now I am a natural baldie."
"Our new next door neighbours boy is a skinhead, zero cropped with the boots and braces," George told his father. "Decent young man the same age as Reid.
"Well, I think my boots and clothes would fit you if you decided to shave your hair off," Reid’s granddad said with a smile on his face.
"May take you up on that offer," Reid thought to himself. "Maybe I will call round and try the stuff on," Reid said to his grandad with a smile on his face.
"When is your last day at school?" Reid’s nan asked Reid.
"We get our school certificates on Friday and then it is getting the exam results and sorting out college," Reid told his gran. "Do you have any pictures of you as a skinhead?" Reid asked his grandad.
"Not on me but at home I have some in a photo album," Reid’s grandad replied.
"I would like to see you as a skinhead," Reid grinned. "May give me the confidence to join Harry as skinhead buddies," Reid thought to himself as he opened a can of beer.
"Just like your father drinking at sixteen," Reid’s grandad laughed. "A couple don’t hurt anyone."
"What about if I call round on Tuesday? You could show me your photos and have a look at your skinhead outfits?" Reid suggested to his grandad.
"Call about midday, we can go into the town after and have a spot of lunch," Reid’s grandad replied.
"Sounds good to me," Reid replied.

Reid arrived home from his paper round and threw his bag in the cupboard before making himself some breakfast before walking into the lounge and switched on his laptop and saw that Harry was online, so Reid invited him to chat via webcam on messenger.
"Hey, how is my shaggy mate?" Harry said as he saw Reid. "Meet my cousin, Des."
"Hey, how are you doing?" Reid said as he saw Des, a young man with a razor shaved head and tattoos down his left arm culminating in a black rose on his hand.
"Doing good mate, Harry was right about you being a shaggy haired hippy," Des replied.
"Yeah, I know," Reid laughed. "Pity I could not have joined up with you due to work."
"Would have got you in the chair and used these to give you the look," Des grinned as he showed Reid a pair of classic Oster clippers. "Harry is going under the razor in a minute want to watch?"
"Nothing else to do," Reid replied.
"Give us a minute to set up in the bathroom then," Des told Reid.
Reid watched as Des and Harry made their way to the bathroom and Des placed the laptop on a bench as Harry sat down on the stool and Des placed a towel over Harry’s shoulder before soaking a flannel in hot water and placing it over the small amount of stubble on Harry’s head. After a couple of minutes Des removed the flannel and using a shaving brush spread a thick layer of shaving soap over the stubble before picking up a five-blade razor and started to carefully shave Harry’s stubble off going against the grain.
"A proper skinhead," Reid thought to himself as he watched Des expertly shave Harry’s head.
"Get you in the chair and get this done to your head when I get back on Saturday," Harry said to Reid as he rubbed his now smooth head. "You going to my place and listening to music later?"
"Probably go after brekkie," Reid replied.
"Listen to Angelic Upstarts, Combat 84, and Cocksparrer," Harry told Reid. "Must go we are heading out for the day."
"See you Saturday dude," Reid said to Harry as he ended the call. "Harry looks well sharp with the shaved head," Reid thought to himself as he ate his breakfast.
Reid finished his breakfast and walked out of his house and next door to Harry’s house and saw Chris leaving to open the pharmacy.
"I hope it is ok with you, but Harry said I could listen to music in his room while he was away," Reid said to Chris.
"You are more than welcome," Chris told Reid. "Help yourself to any food or drink you want."
"Thank you," Reid said to Chris as he walked into the house and made his way to Harry’s bedroom and found an album called blood on the terraces by the angelic upstarts and placed it in the CD player and pressed the play button and pride of our passion started to play.
"Pretty good," Reid thought to himself as he opened Harry’s wardrobe and saw some clothes that Harry had left.
"Reid selected a black and white checked shirt and a pair of jeans and changed out of his clothes and put the shirt and jeans on before attaching a pair of slim black braces on.
"Grinder boots are still here and a pair of cherry eight eyelet docs," Reid said to himself as he picked up the cherry docs and slipped them on and tying them. "Looking good," Reid thought to himself. "Maybe just the haircut to go?"
Reid looked over and saw the clippers on their charging base next to the CD player and picked them up. Reid looked in the drawer but could not find the guards for the clippers.
"Do I want to go full on at the start of being a skinhead?" Reid thought to himself. "Do I really want to be a skinhead?"
After a few tracks of the album, Reid heard his phone ring and saw it was a school mate called Luke calling him.
"Dude, what’s hanging?" Reid asked Luke as he answered his phone.
"Man, can we hook up?" Luke asked Reid. "Need a mate to talk to."
"Sure, meet me outside the town hall in like twenty," Reid told Luke. "We will talk there."
"You are the best dude," Luke told Reid before ending the call.
"Better get out of Harry’s gear and put my own stuff back on. "Reid thought to himself as he took the CD out of the player and put his own clothes back on before making his way into the town centre.

Reid arrived in the town centre and made his way to the town hall where he saw Luke sitting on a bench, his long brown curly hair reaching over his shoulders staring at his phone.
"Dude, what’s up?" Reid asked Luke as he sat down next to him. "Shall we go and get a drink and sit in the park for a while or do some gaming?"
"Not up for gaming mate," Luke said to Reid. "But yeah let’s get a drink and sit in the park."
Luke and Reid walked into a supermarket and purchased a couple of litres of coke before making their way to the park and found a secluded spot where they could sit.
"What is up dude?" Reid asked Luke as he lit a cigarette that Luke had given him.
"It’s my stepdad who mum married a couple of weeks ago," Luke said to Reid. "Ever since we moved in with him all they seem to do is argue, it is doing my head in."
"Why did she marry him, she must have known what he was like?" Reid asked Luke.
"Dunno mate," Luke sighed. "I have tried to get in touch with my dad, but he just ignores my texts and calls."
"Have you tried going to his house?" Reid asked Luke.
"He has moved out as he had to pay mum half the value of the house with the divorce and I have no idea where he is living," Luke told Reid. "Kevin, my stepdad is also on about my long hair."
"You have had long hair ever since I have known you dude," Red said to Luke. "You are sixteen you can do what you like."
"That is not all, he has told me to forget college and get a job and pay rent," Luke sighed.
"That really sucks," Reid said to Luke.
"I am seriously thinking of getting permission to join the army as a junior soldier just to get away from him." Luke told Reid.
"You would have to get the haircut then mate," Reid grinned. "A serious haircut."
"Yeah, tell you what let’s do it, I am going to get a skinhead right now, get it shaved down to the skin," Luke told Reid with a hint of determination. "Come on mate, come and watch years of hair fall to the floor."
"Are you serious man? Don’t do anything hastily," Reid said to Luke. "Have a think about it and if you decide to do it get it done in the morning."
"No, I am getting it shaved off right now," Luke said with more determination in his voice. "You coming with me or not?"
"If you are sure mate," Reid sighed as he stood up and walked out of the park and up a side street where Luke and Reid saw a spinning barbers pole outside Watson’s traditional men’s barber shop with a middle-aged man standing outside the shop smoking a cigarette.
"Do I need an appointment for a haircut?" Luke asked the gentleman.
"Go inside, I will be with you in a minute," the barber said to Luke and Reid.
Reid followed Luke into the barber shop and Luke walked over and sat in the chair as Reid sat down on a waiting chair.
"What’s it to be then young man?" The barber asked Luke as he walked back into the shop and picked up a cape off a hook.
"Skinhead, zero crop soldier induction cut," Luke confidently told the barber as he looked in the mirror.
"Are you serious?" The barber asked Luke as he secured the cape around Luke’s neck. "That is a lot of hair to lose."
"I have been accepted as a junior soldier and need a fresh look for when I join up," Luke lied. "Thought what better than an American military induction shearing.
"If that is what you want," The barber said to Luke as he picked up a pair of scissors and started to cut locks of hair from Luke’s head, placing the hair in the cape.
Luke just sat in the chair watching the barber remove more and more of his long hair off with the scissors before placing the scissors back on the bench and picking up a pair of Wahl balding clippers and switching them on.
"You are still serious about the induction crop?" The barber asked Luke. "I can work a skin fade with what hair you have left."
"Do the induction cut," Luke told the barber. "I want to see skin."
"Your choice," the barber said as he switched the clippers on and pushed Luke’s head forward and placed the balding clippers at the base of Luke’s hair at the back before pushing them through the remains of Luke’s brown hair.
"I just cannot believe what I am seeing," Reid thought to himself as he watched the barber carry on shaving the back of Luke’s head.
Luke smiled as more of his hair was shaved from the sides of his head before the barber ran the clippers over the top of Luke’s head leaving just a tiny amount of stubble on his head.
"Should have lost the hair ages ago," Luke said to the barber as the barber switched off the clippers and placed them back on the hook. "Skinhead makes me look older and ready for the army."
Luke got up out of the chair and rubbed his head before getting his wallet out and paid the barber for his haircut before walking out of the shop with Reid.
"You are the second mate that has gone and got his head shaved within a few days," Reid said to Luke.
"Maybe it is telling you to get your haircut off," Luke grinned. "I certainly feel more lightheaded now."
"Honestly dude you look a lot better without your long hair," Reid said to Luke.
"I had better take this call from Kevin," Luke said as he phone rang. "Hi Kevin, what’s up?" Luke Asked as he answered his phone.
"You were told to hoover the house, where are you?" Kevin said to Luke.
"I am on my way home after doing a couple of things in the town," Luke told Kevin. "I will be home soon."
"You will come home now," Kevin told Luke before ending the call.
"I had better go mate, Kevin is not happy with me," Luke sighed.
"If you need anything just call me," Reid told Luke as Luke started to walk home and face Kevin.

Reid paused the DVD as he heard the doorbell ring and walked out of the lounge and opened the door to see Luke standing there with a suitcase and rucksack standing there.
"Kevin has kicked me out for getting my hair shaved off," Luke cried. "Any chance I can stay over for a couple of days?"
"You had better come in mate," Reid said to Luke. "I am sure mum will have no problem with you staying here."
"Cheers mate," Luke said as he walked in and took his shoes off before walking into the lounge with Reid. "What are you watching mate?"
"DVD of a group called combat 84, my mate next door said I can watch his stuff while he is away," Reid replied. "He had a skinhead just like yours done on Friday."
"Trying to get you into the skinhead look is he?" Luke asked Reid as he sat down.
"Might be," Reid grinned. "Spill on what happened man."
"I was supposed to hoover the house, but they forgot to put the cleaner battery on charge," Luke told Reid. "Kevin blamed me of course them went off on one about me getting such an extreme haircut."
"What the hell is wrong with your haircut?" Reid asked Luke.
"Kevin only relates to when skinheads were racist," Luke replied. "Told me to pack my bags and get out until I grow some hair."
"Did you mention about joining the army as a junior?" Reid asked Luke.
"He told me to get the forms, and he will get mum to sign them off and I will be out of their hair," Luke sighed. "I have called them, "and I have to arrange to go in for a chat with at least one parent."
"You are going for it then?" Reid asked Lucas.
"One hundred percent, I have checked out the website and watched the videos," Luke replied. "You can get more academic qualifications like maths and English and train up on other stuff."
"I will miss you dude," Reid admitted to Luke.
"I have to pass the assessments first and get my mum to agree to let me join up," Luke told Reid. "Next intake is not for a few months."
"Have you spoken to your mum about joining up?" Reid asked Luke. "We are talking about it over lunch tomorrow, but I think she will be ok with me joining up."
"Sounds like you have made your mind up about joining up," Reid told Luke.
"I have been considering it even before mum married Kevin," Luke admitted.

"What time are you meeting your mum?" Reid asked Luke.
"One o clock outside the queens," Luke replied. "What are you up to?"
"Going over to my grandads for just before midday and then going for a spot of lunch," Reid replied.
"How about meeting up in the queens with me at one, you can give me support," Luke suggested.
"Could do I suppose," Reid replied. "Better make a move to my grandad’s."
Arriving at his grandad’s house Reid walked round the back and through the kitchen door to see his grandad with his telegraph newspaper with his pen in hand working on the crossword.
"Hey grandad doing your usual crossword as usual," Reid said to hid grandad.
"If it isn’t my soon to be new skinhead grandson," Reid’s grandad said as he put his newspaper on the table along with his pen. "I have got the clothes and boots out of the attic and found some photos of me with the crop."
"What makes you think I am going skinhead?" Reid said with a slight grin on his face.
"You would not have asked about it on Sunday if you were not thinking of losing your hair," Reid’s grandad said as they walked into the lounge where Reid saw a photo album on the dining table along with a box of clothes and a pair of fourteen eyelet cherry docs on the floor.
"You certainly pulled off the skinhead style," Reid told his grandad as he checked over the photos. "What made you do it?"
"Roger a friend from school dared me to get the number one crop if he done the same," Reid’s grandad replied. "Next thing I know we were at Mr Evan’s barber shop getting the grade one skinhead crop."
"What did work say when you walked in with the skinhead look?" Reid asked.
"They were a bit shocked that the shy seventeen-year-old left work on the Friday and walked in with the hard looking skinhead crop," Reid’s grandad laughed. "Go on get changed and we will go into town to complete the look."
Reid grinned as he selected a white polo shirt and a pair of red braces along with the bleached jeans and made his way to the bedroom he used when he stayed over. Reid stripped down to his boxer shorts and changed into the jeans and polo shirt before walking back into the lounge where his grandad secured the braces for him before Reid pulled the boots and laced them up doing the classic knot at the top of the boots.
"You remind me of the day when I lost my hair before I got the clothes and boots," Reid’s grandad told Reid. "Ready for the haircut?"
"You are paying," Reid told his grandad. "But I want it zero cropped like my mate Harry had his done."
"You have got a deal," Reid’s grandad replied as they walked out of the house and got in the car.
Arriving in town Reid’s grandad parked the car and followed Reid up the side street where Watson’s traditional barber shop was where Luke got his hair shaved off and walked in.
"You decided on joining your mate who went zero crop yesterday?" Mr Watson asked Reid as he got up out of the barber chair and motioned for Reid to sit down.
"I wanted to dress for the occasion," Reid told Mr Watson as he made himself comfortable in the chair.
"I had a feeling you would be back for the same haircut," Mr Watson told Reid as he secured the cape. "All off zero crop?"
"You got it," Reid replied confidently as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Time to get rid of the shaggy mop."
Reid watched intently as Mr Watson ran a comb through Reid’s black hair before taking the balding clippers off the hook and spraying some oil on them.
"I cannot believe I ma doing this," Reid thought to himself as he watched Mr Watson lift his fringe with the comb and switching the clippers on placed them at the centre of Reid’s forehead.
"Ready?" Mr Watson asked Reid. "No going back after I start."
"Do it, make me a skinhead," Reid confidently replied as he felt his hands grip the armrests.
Reid watched as Mr Watson ran the balding clippers down the centre of his head to leave a strip of stubble of hair down the centre of Reid’s head.
"No going back now," Reid thought to himself as Mr Watson continued to run the clippers over the top of Reid’s head before moving to the right side and started to shave the hair off.
"You do have ears then," Reid’s grandad laughed as the clippers removed the hair covering his ears.
"Very funny," Reid said to his grandad as more of his black hair fell into the cape as Mr Watson shaved the back of Reid’s head.
"One fresh young zero cropped skinhead," Mr Watson said as he placed the balding clippers back on the hook before removing the cape and Reid’s black hair fell from the cape onto the floor. "Do you like it?" Mr Watson asked Reid as he showed Reid the back of his freshly shorn head.
"Yeah, I love it," Reid replied as he stood up and rubbed the stubble left on his head. "Thanks for the final little push grandad," Reid said to his grandad.
"You are welcome," Reid’s grandad said as he paid Mr Watson for the haircut. "How about we get some clippers, and you get your father to maintain the look?"
"Harry my next-door neighbour has clippers so we can do each other or get his father to do it," Reid replied as they walked out of the barber shop. "How about lunch at the queens? My mate Luke is meeting his mother there in ten minutes."
"That does sound a good idea," Reid’s grandad said as they set off to the pub for lunch. "I cannot wait to get Harry’s and Luke’s reaction to me joining them as skinheads," Reid thought to himself.

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