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[barbarasbae]

Unedited Wip

This is an unedited wip I am publishing as an example of my fic writing for Harringrove for Australia. The idea is a Grease Au/ Beauty School Drop Out situation. Wip below the cut :)

“Steve, I’m gonna let you take this home. You need to practice for this test.” Or you will fail goes unsaid. Steve nods and takes the mannequin head. He takes his haircutting kit home with him, feeling more than a little defeated. He was trying so hard to become a cosmetologist and like high school, it wasn’t going his way. He stopped by the general store on the way home, trying not to think about how hot the cashier was. He went to the makeup aisle. He was always good at makeup. Why couldn’t he be good at hair?! He tried to shove the memory of him with bubble gum pink hair just weeks ago out of his brain. He grabs a green eyeliner and a peachy lipstick, formulating a new look in his head. Maybe he’d be able to convince Nancy to wear it to school and tell him what people thought of it. He grabs a bag of pity chocolates, heading to the register. Where the hot cashier was. 

Billy had started coming to school here a few months ago; he moved in from California and Steve was ever so grateful that he’d been given a job in a store Steve practically lived in. He set his stuff on the counter, looking at a gossip magazine. Why did people want that kind of hair on their head? It was atrocious Steve thought as he took in the beehive piled on top of the models head. “You in there, pretty boy?”

“What?”

“I said your total was eight seventy.” 

“Oh.” Steve digs through his wallet, giving the blond a ten. “What’s got you down man?” Steve hesitates to tell him he’s in beauty school. People either were excited or they would get a look on their face that meant he should leave the conversation as fast as possible. But he wanted to trust the pretty blond that was looking at him with such intense interest. “I-I’m trying to finish beauty school, but I’m not good at stuff like beehives and my teacher’s been implying that if I don’t pass this next class, I’ll flunk out.” The blond-Billy-winced. “That sucks. Your makeup looks nice though.” He winked, Steve forgetting that he hadn’t taken it off before he left school. “Oh-uh-thanks.” Steve was wearing a particular favorite look of his; still wearing makeup but making it look natural. Billy was beautiful too, Steve ready to say he would murder someone for this guys eyelashes. “Well I get off in...fifteen minutes. Wanna go get a burger or something?” 

“Yeah.” Billy nodded, handing Steve his change. “Cool.” 

Steve looked at hair products, trying to memorize the order of the beehive while he waited for Billy to clock out. “You ready?” Steve nodded, turning to see him in a leather jacket thrown over the work uniform. “Meet me at Benny’s?”

“Sure thing. See you there.” 

Steve lets out a breath of relief at the sight of Billy in the door, having started to panic he had been set up. Billy slid into the other booth, grabbing a menu. “You look stressed. Think I wasn’t coming or something?”

“Yeah. I was worried I had been stood up again.” He admitted, putting his own menu down. “You’re too cute to stand up.”

Billy asks him about why he chose beauty school, Steve explaining how someday he’d like to be a makeup artist, but around here, hair was a mandatory requirement to become certified. “I heard you used to run the school around here.”

“I wouldn’t say that-”