I hear the clippers buzzing in the back feeling the clippersagainst the bottom area of my neck and head. Oh man, who knows if mommy toldher to buzz al... my hair off."You okay sweetie you look a little nervous," the hairstylist says. I lookover and Miley and her back is almost to me and I can see the sides of herhair trimmed up on one side as her hairstylist is using the clippers on theback of her head too so maybe I am not getting all my hair shaved off likemy brothers did.I know I will just. I was skeptical of her intuitive behavior, and drove to the mall. It felt kind of awkward. She was quiet on the drive there, and finally spoke up. Police are there already, waiting to strike. How the fuck do you know that? I asked. My dad is the party guy in the force. I felt the blood drain from my face, and looked at her at a stoplight. I dont believe it. You saved my reputation. You saved college for me. Lucky draw, huh? Lucky. We stared at each other, and she smiled. Cars blared their horns. I was happy when the evening was over and we could go home. After an evening of drinking with everyone else, we retreated upstairs to bed.He laid back on my bed, marveling on how soft the four inches of memory foam mattress pad was. He closed his eyes and sighed.I allowed my eyes to wander down my beloved's body, drinking in every detail. His thick, dishwater blonde hair was shoulder length, slightly wavy and layered. His alabaster white skin was silky smooth, flawless, and absolutely. And for some stupid reason, he liked the monsters. He liked Fiona for obvious reasons, but Athalia? Bitch. Mark? Asshole. Azamel? Colossal bitch. Those three probably pissed everyone off around them, merely by existing. That was appealing, for whatever reason. Maybe seeing a bit of himself in them.The werewolves all seemed cool, but he got a bit of a military vibe from them. One for all, all for one, no man left behind, blah blah. No thanks. The vamps wore their mafia motif on their sleeves;.