The Fallen part 11: Haircut

I woke up after having a restless nap. I didn't fall asleep till like 1:00. I got up wondering if I just dreamt it. I went outside the room, and Nicole met up with me in the hallway. "Sleep good?" I shook my head, "Not really. Not when you know there might be another bounty hunter outside your window." She smiled. "Not to mention, the fact that I just put you guys in danger." The smile dissappeared. "I thought we settled this last night. I spent the last sixteen years of my life wondering if there are anyne else out there who are like me. And after I finally find one who needs my help, I'm not letting you out of my sight." She gave me a peck on the cheek and went downstairs.
Was she flirting with me? "Hey! We're getting you a haircut today! We're gonna try to make you look good!" Yeah, she's flirting with me.
After a breakfast of poptarts, we all got into the P.T. Cruiser and went to the closest Hair Cuttery. I am awestruck with fear. I've gotten haircuts before. It's just the Bounty Hunters that have a price on my head. When I signed my name I signed it Andrew Miller. It was harmless enough. Andrew is my middle name. The waiting area was too crowded, so the Mr. and Mrs. were waiting outside. Right outside. No doubt Mr. Miller wasn't going to let me out of his sight. I don't blame him.
I was looking around for, well, anything. Not much to read/do in a Hair Cuttery. There was a woman beside me, holding a baby. It was the three-year-old from yeserday! The three-year-old reconized me too. She started saying something. "Mom-ma. Mom-ma." The mom asked her, "What is it honey?" The baby pointed at me, "Angel! Angel!" The mom looked at me and started laughing. "Yes, honey. He has nice blondie hair doesn't he?" The baby ignored her and kept calling me an Angel. I was blushing and everyone was chuckling now. I looked at Nicole and she had her hand over her mouth, laughing.
The lady called my name. I went up and said I would like it really short. "Really? You sure?" I nodded. "Just trying something different." She shrugged. "Alright, Angel boy. Sit here." She continued to wash my hair and then sat me at a different seat. Then cut my hair. It felt like two hours. She was nice, tried to strike up a conversation evey now and then. When she was done I looked totally different. I liked it. I kinda had a cowlick sticking up but thats OK.
We paid her and went on our way. And I made the mistake of letting my gaurd down...