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[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] Typically Tavin J. Fox was goo about getting his hair cut every other week, to keep the shape and over all look of the style he was digging lately. The one and only person he’d trusted with his hair, was Rae, she’ been cutting it since he’d decided to get rid of the long Beatle cut. It had been a hard choice for him to make, he’d come to the conclusion he needed a change on his appearance several times within a few months, and with a week till his nineteenth birthday, he finally bit the bullet and hired the beautiful brunette with dazzling, show stopping blue eyes on a whim to make the actual cut. He’d been nervous and his hard had pounded heavily in his chest, but she’d done her best to comfort him, telling him how quickly hair actually grew, and if the change wasn’t for him, how fast he could have his original hair cut back. Still, he felt like a little kid going to the dentist office to receive a filling. Stress was pounding through every vein in his body, and after being yelled at and having his hand smacked away from her work zone, he’d finally allowed her to cut his hair. Though he kept repeating, “you’re cutting it all off, I can’t look,” he closed his eyes, then snapping them open moments later, unable to take his eyes away from the changing reflection. His mother yelled at him, instructing him to allow Rae to cut his hair, and when it was all said and done, looking in the mirror he liked the look she’d given him, even if he’d been a baby all the way through it. He’d continued to call her up and she’d made house calls, which was nice, making run ins with the paparazzi with snapping cameras and questions about his father was getting harder and harder to face. As long as he was surrounded by fans or a news of a recent project coming through, they tended to keep the questions on him, but if they needed a story, Michael J fox’s declining health was always a go to and it was always much easier to find his oldest son, Tavin, out of all of everyone to pester, the only one that had taken a liking to show biz to follow in his footsteps. He had the schedule pretty much set, Rae swung by his house every other Wednesday to give his hair a cut and dice and afterward they hung out, like old friends, though they’d only really known each other a little over six months, their bond over his torturous first hair cut had seemed to be stronger than he’d expected, she was after all just a hair stylist, there were millions of them in the world, but something about her made her incredibly special to the nineteen year old, she was almost ten years his senior, and he knew that she was probably often annoyed by his youthfulness but she never seemed to mind hanging out with him. He waited patiently on the couch flipping through the channels on their large over sized television, the colors were dazzling on the expensive flat screen, custom made for the space in their house, taking up nearly a whole wall in their living room. Rae had been to his house long enough that she knew that she was more than welcome to enter his house without knocking, the maid or the butler would just let her in and lead her to where she knew he’d be sit waiting if she did decide to ring the bell. He looked down at his watch, it was a little after 3 and she was usually there by 3:15 to 3:30 depending on the traffic and how long it took her to finish the client before his house call. He smiled when he heard the front door open in the entrance room, that was just behind him to the right and expected her to tell him to get his lazy ass up. [/style]

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[ISRAEL YADIRA MONROE]

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Israel’s manicured hand tightened around the gearshift of her convertible as she drove down the Los Angeles streets that lead to Tavin’s home. The sun was out without a cloud in the sky and it was the perfect day to drive with the top down. And it didn’t matter if the wind whipped her hair around because she put the right products into it to avoid an unruly mess. Right now Israel’s hair was a soft pink, almost like cotton candy. The color change wasn’t inspired by anything in particular. Israel was just known for changing her hair color on a whim. One month it’d be blue then the next it was purple. She even rocked some natural colors like blonde and brown from time to time, but she’d been having fun with the crayola colors recently. There was no statement to be made with her hair other than “Hey, look at me!” and it was working. Israel never shied away from attention and her hair was a reflection of that. She was friends with a lot of people who expressed themselves in a variety of ways, be it through song or dance or fashion, but Israel used her hair as a palette. Hairstyling was an art form for her and she was a skilled artist.

There was one head that she was dying to get her hands on and she was elated when she finally got the call that he was requesting her services. Tavin J. Fox had the most famous hair in America. The iconic swoop became heavily associated with the young star and became a staple in pop culture for a while. But Tavin’s booming career and growing maturity was starting to supersede the boyish haircut. And when it came time to cut those lush revered locks, she wanted to be the one to do it. Her reputation as a hairstylist got her the gig and she’d been cutting Tavin’s hair ever since. He was a really good client, the kind that really cared about his hair. She loved that, though it was like pulling teeth to actually allow her to cut it. When she finally did it looked great and both she and Tavin were happy with the end product, so much so that they made his appointments a regular bi-weekly engagement. Tavin didn’t look like a little boy anymore and he wore the sexier adult look well.

It wasn’t only the fact that he cared about his hair that made her love him. Israel found that she actually enjoyed spending time with him, despite the fact that he was significantly younger than her. They’d developed a solid relationship over their appointments, which was quite common for Israel. Appointments were uninterrupted time between her and the client. Over time, after hours of conversation, clients became good friends and she’d hang out with them outside of their appointments. She was lucky to have the opportunity to work with some really great people, even though she didn’t really view it as luck. She attributed all of her success to her talent. Israel pulled up to the large home and parked in the same place she always did. She grabbed her bag with all of her tools and exited the vehicle, leaving the top down. There was no chance rain was going to ruin her car on a beautiful day like this. She entered the Fox home as was customary, being greeted by the help staff that worked there. “TAVIN!” she called out obnoxiously loud as pushed her sunglasses onto the top of her head. She popped a fresh piece of juicy fruit gum into her mouth as she rounded the corner, being comfortable walking around his home. A smile appeared on her face as she approached him. He was watching tv but she could tell by the look on his face that he’d heard her coming. She gave his head a little push and then grinned. “Figures you couldn’t even get up and answer the door yourself.”

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[tavin]

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[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] The young celebrity was as regular as they came, on the inside. On the outside, it was easy to be distracted by his lose, sagged pants, and form fitting shirts, and necklaces of all kinds, sunglasses the bigger the better and never to be forgotten shoes of every color, crawling up his ankles, his jeans smashed into them. Thanks to his stylist, Aalina, AKA Lee for him and his reoccurring hair appointments with Rae, he was looking fresh on a day to day basic, the swag bursting out of him. Tavin was the guy that most wanted to hate for his success and reputation, but found it very hard to do so. He was a fun loving guy, always finding a new way to say things, and loving to prank others as well as having held on tightly to his last remains of childhood, he had a very playful personality. While commitment wasn't a word he liked to use, he'd stayed with the same stylists for months and was probably the longest professional relationship he'd had, glad to finally admit that Rae had joined Lee to become an actual outside of work environment friend, one in which he could be himself with. When he heard her foot steps, and the greetings exchanged between her and the staff, he smiled, his head turned back to see the light pink haired lady he'd come to admire for her talents. She said his name, and he wiggled his eyebrows, "Rae." he said slowly, in an excited manor. She pushed his head, and he smiled, "Of course not," he said laying the controller down on the coffee table after having snapped it off, he stood up in one quick movement to his full height of 5'7 and a half, though he was a little guy, he made up for it in his personality. Girls often found themselves nervous around him, for his money making mug. His arms loosely hug onto his stylist turned friend, resting his cheek on her thin shoulder for a moment before letting he lose, hugging was always the first reaction when he saw her. "Lets get started?" he asked her, in the middle of the kitchen floor was a stool, pulled out from the bar. He laid the way into the space, pulling up his pants as he walked, careful to keep his butt in his pants unlike a normal occasion. Though she'd been there hundreds of times over the last six months, he always lead, reaching the fridge first, looking back at her, though he'd memorized her reply he always asked anyway, "What to drink?" he asked pulling open the fridge that contained only drinks of all kinds, the fridge on the other side of the kitchen, in an exact mirrored reflection contained all the food that, like this one, was refilled religiously by the staff. He pulled out her request and pulled him out a orange vitamin water, he'd been feeling pretty tired lately, but couldn't decide if it was because of all the stuff that he'd had going on in his actual business life, or if it was a personal problem. He'd gotten involved with a girl named Drea, and after having hung out with her at the beach, they'd hung out again at her house where things got heavy. Though he was never the type to kiss and tell, his heart was heavy, for the first time in his young life, he was experiencing true heart break, as the young starlette had not returned a single text or phone call since. He couldn't help but feel confused, but he'd never admit it, he hide it well, in fact it was part of his job to wear a face and have others believe him [/style]

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[ISRAEL YADIRA MONROE]

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Being a mother was always on Israel’s agenda. She loved kids and always wanted a few of her own. She grew up with brothers and sisters and loved her big family. Despite their differences, Israel was very passionate about her family life and maintained a close relationship with her parents and siblings. Her parents didn’t approve of many, well most, of the things she did, but the accepted her none the less. Israel was very grateful for that and knew that she had a support system in them no matter what. But even though her desire was to have a family someday, someday was far off. She was 28 years old, but settling down wasn’t in her near future. Israel was loving life as a fairly young adult, being wild and free. She didn’t wasn’t ready to be tied down by a husband or kids. All of those things would come in time. For now she was just going wherever the wind carried her, running with whatever opportunities that came her way. She was happy in her skin and there wasn’t a day that she woke up wishing she was someone else.

Some thought it weird that Israel maintained a friendship with Tavin given their age difference. He was the young up and coming heartthrob that had no business hanging out with the nearly thirty-something hairdresser, according to the media anyway. But Israel didn’t care what people said and she didn’t care about numbers and ages. Tavin was fun to be around and he made her laugh. They had a genuine friendship, something that was a rare find in the industry. He was like a younger brother to her, someone she could hold a conversation with, but also joke around with. Israela hoped to be that cool older sister for him, the one he could lean on if he needed to but also mess around with. She returned the smile that he gave before wrapping her arms around him in a quick hug. “I’m ready when you are, hot stuff.” The routine was the same week after week but she followed him into the kitchen all the same. She shook her head as she watched him pull his pants up. It was funny that he thought she cared. With a style that was provocative at the very least, Israel had very little to say about how other dressed. And she couldn’t complain about Tavin’s style. He was always dressed well.

As usual, the stool was placed where she needed it to be, ready for her to get to work. “Perrier, please.” She took note of how he always asked her what she wanted to drink. It was polite. After accepting the green bottle of overly priced water, Israel set her bag down on the countertop. It wasn’t a purse, but her travel bag for her hairdressing tools. She only came to Tavin’s home with the necessities: clippers, a trimmer, a variety of scissors, a few combs, a spray bottle, some hairspray and wax, and a cutting smock. The bag was big and heavy, but a necessity. When she had to do women’s hair, she had to travel with a trunk of supplies. Her travel bag was decorated in flamboyant sparkles and animal prints. It captured her personality as an individual and a hairstylist quite well. She removed the smock and gave it a firm flap before pinning it around his neck. “How’ve you been since I last saw you?” she asked as she moved to the sink to fill up her spray bottle. When she returned to stand behind him she ran her fingers through his locks to inspect his new growth. To the untrained eye, his hair appeared to be freshly cut, but Israel could clearly see that his hair had grown since their last appointment.

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[tavin]

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[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] The small frame handed her the green water bottle, and snapped open the bottle of his vitamin water, taking a few large gulps of its contents before sitting it on the island counter top a few feet from where the stool was positioned. Tavin sat on, placing his feet on the pegs, his knees bent heavily, though his legs weren't long for a guy, he hoped he continued to grow, he wasn't ready to admit he was only going to be 5'7 at max. With her question, he weighed heavily on his answer, but didn't show it, replying quickly, as she filled her water bottle, preparing for his hair cut, like last week and the week before that, "Moving out." he said with a shrug, he was expecting her to freak out, be surprised even, Tavin J was going to be out on his own, others thought he'd always live with his parents and younger siblings, but the truth was, he was starting to feel the freedom of the young star being ripped from him with the responsibilities of his family and the weight of his mother's feelings for his father. He said it so unusually calm that it was strange for even him. He'd never had the want to leave his family behind, but then he really wasn't moving that far, they had a guest house half an acre behind their house, they'd built it originally for Michael J Fox's family to come visit him from Canada, but as his condition got worse and worse, it seemed the less they came to visit, and eventually they stopped coming all together. It was sad really. So, his mother had removed everything that had been placed in the home, it had been desolate for over a year, the maids had come to clean it once a month, but other than that, it had been left vacant. Though he'd opted to leaving his bed and other furniture in his old room, he'd already begun moving his clothes and other important things such as pictures and jewelry into the new space. He'd ordered a bedroom set for the master bedroom already, but it wasn't in yet, he'd made a point to avoid his mothers stern looks, and had not spoken to her since they'd argued a few days previous. It was extremely hard, but he was sticking to his guns, so in a few days he'd be living in the three bed room two bathroom house on his own, hoping that before he went to Seattle he'd have the place put together for his young single male taste. "Moving into the guest house half an acre away." he explained, to put he worry to rest, he wasn't completely abandoning his family, but putting a clear space between them. They needed to know that he was growing up and eventually he wouldn't be there all the time for them. With the roles that were piling up, he was going to be home less and less, so what did it matter if they missed him now, in the long run? He shook off the conversation, as she touched his head full of long luscious hair, the head of hair that had gained its own publicity, "You are going to come to Seattle to cut my hair, right?" he asked her, concern filled his voice as he leaned his hair forward with her touch as she studied his hair. "I'll fly you out, get you a hotel, you could have a few months off and have a free vacation." he explained, "Or I can just fly you out once a week for my hair and fly you back, its up to you." he said though he secretly hoped she'd take the first option or a mix of both, he really had grown to enjoy her company, she was solid, and because of her, he'd focused on more grown up roles, she was helping him become the man he hoped he'd be. [/style]

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[ISRAEL YADIRA MONROE]

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Israel had been living on her own since with was sixteen years old. She felt like she was suffocating in her suburban Southern California home. The curfew and rules were strict and she didn’t feel like she could truly be herself. The restrictions were inhibiting her creativity, and at the time, that was all she had. Self-expression was always very important but at home she was being molded into someone she didn’t feel comfortable being. Her parents wanted her to be quiet and conservative but it was no secret that she was quite the opposite. Chances at self-expression seemed more like rebellion than anything else to them and she started to get into a bit of trouble. Her parents grew frustrated with her and her with them. For the sake of her freedom and their relationship as a family, Israel decided that it would be best for her to leave. She needed the space to grow into the person that she wanted to be, to have all of the experiences that would help her get there. Though Tavin’s family life was much different from her own growing up, she understood where he was coming from. The time had come for him to step out of the nest and spread his wings.

Still, she was a little surprised considering how close he was to his family, much like she was. “At least you’ll be close by. Like, really close.” She sprayed the top of his hair to get it damp for cutting. It was a lot easier to manage went it was a little wet. She left the sides dry, though, because the clippers she used worked best on dry hair. It was all a process that she had down to a science. And by now, she could cut Tavin’s hair in her sleep, though she would never dare try it. “When I moved out of my parents’ house, I moved just a short drive away from them. I had no desire to escape them or anything like that. I just needed my own space. I still went a little cray cray though,” she explained as she put the bottle down and grabbed a tail comb and a pair of scissors. Once a small bit of hair was sectioned off she began snipping away at it. She went a little wild when she finally moved out but the focus was always on her work as a stylist. “I bet mom’s not too thrilled about that, but it was bound to happen sometime, right?” The little bits of damp hair fell onto the smock as she worked. “Most guys your age have moved out already to go to college.” Tavin obviously wasn’t most guys. His father was a movie star and he was carving his own path to superstardom as well.

She moved around his head swiftly, eyeing the strands closely before cutting them with expertise. There were a lot of hairdressers out there that claimed to give good haircuts. But there was a distinguished line between good and perfect. Israel put in the time and effort to be the best at her craft, like an athlete with her sport. And that was the reason she was highly requested by Hollywood’s brightest stars. “Of course. I’ll take a look at my schedule to see what will work the best.” And because she was so highly requested, she was quite busy. In a few months time she’d be starting he duties with “The Justice League” but she was sure to be the head of a staff of other stylists, so taking the time away to go see Tavin shouldn’t be a big deal. The time away would be nice. Even though the film set he was going t be on was bound to have their own hair styling staff, there was no chance in hell that any of them were getting near his head with a pair of scissors. They could play with it all they wanted for their film, but if it was going to be cut, she was going to be the only one to do it. To some that might come across as the behavior of a diva, but Israel completely understood. And if you could pay to have what you wanted, then why not? “What about the ladies? I saw some interesting stuff on twitter..” She was curious to see what he’d say about the vague twitter message. She knew of the girl in the photo, but didn’t know much about her and wasn’t sure how she would have crossed Tavin’s path.

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[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] A shiver ran down the back of his neck, as she spread the top of his head with the spray bottle filled with cool water. "I just think it's time." he said. He was never the type of make rash decisions, especially want it came to his family, which by all means was one of the most important things to him, above all else. He was truly suffocating with the added stress on him from his mother that was causing him to crumble under her pressure. He was staying out later and later to distract himself from all the things that went on at home, and then the endless hoop would spin again, once he got home with his mothers questions. He was nineteen and he felt the stress of a man in his 50s sometimes. Of course, it was no secret to anyone about his fathers condition, least of all his friends and inner circle, "Dad's getting worse and mom just.." he didn't know what to say, what was his mom doing that was so wrong, needing him? "Counts on me too much." he finished, though even in his voice he was unsure if he believed himself, was that truly the problem or was he the problem? "It will help to stay pretty close," he agreed, though he still felt the urge to take back his decision to move out, it was too late, his mother was angry with him and they weren't speaking and that was killing him, it wasn't that he wanted to stay, it was that he wanted to please her, but was it expected to give away his own happiness for that? "Being close might end up biting me in the ass in the end." he replied, "How did it work out for you?" he was one of his favorite things about their age difference, she was wiser, she'd experienced things he'd only imagined, life and time could teach so many lessons. She put her fingers through his hair, sectioning off with her perfectionist eyes, dividing it off like she always did. The first couple experiences with her cutting his hair had been such a dramatic experience, now he sat, leaned in a full on slouch, that he knew she'd yell at him for before she got the scissors out to start to snipping, he was so relaxed around her, completely trusting in her, to do what was best for his head, she did after all have his career in her hands, some girls were only fascinated by his appearance while others wanted to know more about him personally, and others just liked him for his career, there were all types. "She's.. not happy." he confirmed, but that was only putting lightly and they both knew it. In fact, most the time his mother had made an appearance during his weekly hair cuts to joke with the two of them, or offer them something to eat, but the thin woman was no where to be seen, and had even left the house. It was a strange time. "She doesn't see it that way." he licked his lips quickly, one of the several things he did out of nervousness, other than dancing around looking dumb half the time, "She sees it as I'm selfish. He found hope in the very little details, his hairstylist had his most important things in mind, she was going to take a look at his schedule to see what she could come up with, but he knew that she would die before anyone else cut his hair. Her name was getting out there, in the big times because she had been single handedly chosen to cut the famous head of hair, and she wasn't going to let anyone else take her place, and if he could help it, he wouldn't either. "I don't want some dumbass to cut my hair." he said with a smile, Rae was important to him, it was a mutual thing, "Fuck it up or something." he said with a laugh. The ladies? her question had completely caught him off guard, but he couldn't imagine why, they always talked about how lucky he was with them, but his heart pounded, and he felt it hard to swallow. Truth was, he was experiencing one of his first crushes, he'd slept with her and she wasn't returning his phone calls, he'd really managed to screw this one up, "Naw, nothing out of the usual." he answered casually, he was going to die before anyone found out about how he was feeling or what he'd done, never the one to kiss and tell, he'd take it to his grave. [/style]

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On the surface, there was a lot of similarities between Tavin’s and Israel’s situation. At the time, she too had just wanted breakaway and pave her own way. But Tavin’s story was a little more complicated than that. Israel was lucky to have two parents that were perfectly healthy. She couldn’t identify with having to live with a father that had become increasingly ill over time. Without a doubt it was taking a toll on their family and Tavin’s stress level. Had that been her situation, leaving would have been much harder to do. But she respected and even admired Tavin’s choice. It was all a lot to deal with at any age, much less at nineteen. Getting away was something he needed to do for himself and there were times where you had to make yourself a priority. But he was still committing to his family by staying close. It was admirable because a lot of people his age with the money that he had would have probably run away as far and as fast as they could without looking back. “I get what you’re saying,” she said as she worked. “You want to be your own person, beyond the family and their needs.”

Israel nodded behind him, even though he couldn’t see it. “It was annoying at first. I guess I didn’t come by the house as often as my mom would’ve like so she was on my case about that. And then she just started dropping by.” She could still remember the spontaneous visits from her mother all those years ago. It was as if the older woman was dropping in to catch her in a bind, to prove that she couldn’t make it on her own. “So I started acting out of spite. I would have boys over and ask them to answer the door when she showed up. Or I’d have a party and not clean up…I dunno.” She shrugged. “I just wanted to show her that I was finally doing what I wanted to do. And eventually she just stopped popping up. She visited on my terms. But I was glad that they were there, just down the street, if I needed them or if they needed me. And my siblings came to hang out a bit…though my parents weren’t fond of that too much. They thought I was a bit of a bad influence.”

She put the scissors in her mouth so that she could section off another piece of his hair with the comb. Once the scissors were back in her hand she started snipping away again. “I’m not surprised,” Israel replied. Mrs. Fox struck her has the kind of mom that worried a lot, but at the end of the day just wanted what was best for her family. Israel took a liking to her immediately upon meeting her. She had, after all, helped her get Tavin through their first haircut together. In a lot of ways, Mrs. Fox reminded her of her own mother. She took note that she didn’t see her around during this particular visit like she usually did. “Where is Momma Fox anyhow?” The little bits of hair she cut fell either onto the floor or onto the smock as she moved through his head. The strands were starting to get a little dry but they were still wet enough for her to work with. “It’s just something she’s going to have to get used to, babe. You can’t spend all of your life at home helping to take care of your dad. And she knows that. It’s just a harsh reality for her to swallow.”

It was true, Tavin was one of Israel’s biggest clients. She’d had a few other notable ones before him, but once word got around that she’d cut the teen superstar’s luxurious locks, calls for appointments started flowing in. She didn’t have time for everyone, especially since she started working on movie and television sets as well. But she always made sure to make Tavin a priority. “Well you know I’m not going to let some dumbass fuck up your hair. We’ll work it out so that I’ll come to see you.” If anyone had even tried to touch her masterpiece she’d have their head on a platter. Israel placed the scissors between her teeth again as she partitioned off some hair from the front of his head. She knew that Tavin was quite the ladies’ man which is why she was surprised when she noticed that a particular girl had been singled out in one of his tweets. At this point she couldn’t exactly remember what it said but she remembered there being a picture of the young brunette. It didn’t seem like him to go out of his way to post a picture of someone like that when he was usually on to the next one. “So that pretty little brown-haired girl is just like the others?” She was prying, but that was what Israel was known for.

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[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] Exactly." he said, feeling her busy fingers work with his hair, the way she moved them across his scalp was so relaxing, the once frightening experience had become one of the most relaxing. Something he even looked forward to once a week. He loved her coming over and taking care of him the way she did, she cherished his hair like he did, treated it like gold. He appreciated the little things she did. He always gave her a shout out every time someone mentioned his hair in return, he knew that her business was growing, and he never took credit for it, after all her talent was what had impressed him, and whether it had been him to 'discover her' or someone else, her talent would be what would get her noticed. She was a gem, a rare diamond. "I'm not even worried about that." he said honestly, though his mom and him weren't on speaking terms, and him and his siblings had not always been close in the past, he still had spent a lot of time with them over the years, and as they were all growing up they had gotten closer than ever. "I'm pretty tight with the troops." he admitted, though she already knew this, "I don't care when any of them stop by." he said trying not to move too much while she was working, but he couldn't help but give a little shrug, "i love seeing them." he admitted, "I just can't stand to be treated like I'm twelve anymore." truth was, he felt so guilty even saying that out loud, "I know I'll always be my mom's son, but I need a little freedom, I can make it on my own." he said passively. Everyone that knew the Fox's personally knew that they were a close family, and that their mother was very kin on keeping it that way, always the glue that held them together no matter the cost. Many of times, the family would be pictured together on the red carpet, even when Michael was starting to get bad, back when he still left the house. The questions had gotten to bad and he'd since then kept himself out of the public's eye. "Who knows, I think she went somewhere." he said, it hurt to know that his mother hadn't even checked on them, but knew the reason why she hadn't. They were fighting and he'd said the words that were her greatest fear, I'm moving out. he licks his lips quickly, a habit he did when he got nervous, or felt uncomfortable, many didn't realize it as a twitch habit, "She's not talking to me." he explained, noticeably uncomfortable. "I just hope she gives over it soon, cause it's tearing me up." bit back, it wasn't natural for him to admit things so deep inside him, but he always felt so comfortable doing so around her. A smile spread at his lips, "I was hoping we were on the same page there." he said with a chuckle, "I don't wanna go to jail for having some ass hole cut my hair wrong." he raised an eyebrow, though she was behind him and couldn't see his facial expression, "Call you and have you get me out, told you this would happen." he laughed. He let her move his head which ever direction she needed it to go, closing his eyes, this was one of the highlights of his week, no lie. His eyes snapped open at the comment about the brunette he'd tweeted about, he felt his face heat up, but not noticeably red or even a blush, he was luckily enough that his skin didn't show embarrassment like that. "Yeah, I think so." he said, though he had thought she wouldn't be. "She's not answering my calls, so it's kinda like that." he admitted. "Dime a dozen, no time to worry about a girl." he said though he didn't feel that way, Andrea had done a number on him and she didn't even know it. [/style]

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The closeness Tavin shared with his family was a rare find these days. There were so many things going against the family dynamic that it was really hard to keep them together. Parents worked really late, kids were involved in every extra-curricular activity available, and family time took a backseat. Most of the extra-curricular activities that Israel participated in were centered around the church where her father preached. Whether It was bible study, youth group, or choir practice, Israel was always with her family. They knew each other best and depended heavily on each other. Church life was the only life she knew but she knew there was more for her out there. When she made the decision to leave, she constantly had to remind her parents that it wasn’t because she didn’t want to be a part of the family anymore or because she didn’t like being with them. The choice to leave only had to do with finding herself and she stayed close in an effort to maintain a connection with her family. It was a hard pill for her family to swallow. She’d garnered the reputation in her church as the preachers’ child gone wild.

“I don’t think anyone doubts that,” she replied. His hair cut was coming along. Just a little more off the top until she moved on to trimming down the sides. She used cutting shears to cut the top of his hair. He liked the top to have more volume. It was a modern take on James Dean; totally retro with a sexy chic twist. Girls went gaga over his hair before he hired her to cut it. Women drooled over his hair now. Even Israel couldn’t deny that Tavin had n eye-catching swag that made her feel like a cougar sometimes. His swag had mostly to do with the way he carried himself and his trendsetting style, but his hair was the icing on the cake. “Sit still,” she muttered as she snipped more from the front. “That’s just how mom’s are, you know? And she’s taking it a little harder because y’all are so close. If I know Momma Fox, she’ll come around.” And Israel really hoped she did. She knew that it would break Tavin’s heart if she stayed mad for too long. He deserved his freedom without feeling guilty about it. Israel gave his shoulder a quick rub then a comforting squeeze before getting back to his locks, tilting his head back so she had better access to the front.

Israel laughed when Tavin mentioned going to jail. She wouldn’t put it past him to get violent if someone messed with his mane. “I’d probably fuck the bitch up, too, and end up in jail right next to you. No one screws up your hair and gets away with it.” Israel had grown to learn quite a bit about Tavin in the time she’d taken him on as a client and become his friend. One of the things she’d come to learn when they met every other Wednesday was just how good he’d been with the ladies. Israel’s love life wasn’t nearly as active as his, at least not in recent months. Over the last couple of years she’d dated an exorbitant amount of people, many of which were celebrities. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t like the limelight. It’d even gotten to the point that she wasn’t sure if she could date regular people anymore. She missed being in a relationship but she was also enjoying the single life. Finding ‘the one’ wasn’t on her to-do list, but she wouldn’t turn down an opportunity if it came along. “Hmm…you’ve even been calling her?” Her voice held the surprise she felt. It didn’t seem like him to really make the effort call a girl more than once. “If she’s going to be like that then she’s not worth your time. You’ve got millions of girls lined up that would snatch you up in a heartbeat. You’re young. Have fun and don’t worry about girls that are going to make shit difficult for you.”

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[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] The best part about the age difference between him and Israel was that she didn't have to work hard to impress him, the moment she spoke he felt that no matter what spilled from his lips, she'd understand or tell him what he needed to hear. It was something that kept their friendship moving forward, the relationship was so different from the one he shared with Aalina and if he was being honest with himself, he'd admit that out of everyone he knew, he had the most trouble trying to keep that relationship a secret from Rae. She had something about her that made him want to be completely and one hundred percent honest with her. As much as fighting the feeling was hard to do, but he knew the seriousness of the mess that Lee and himself had gotten themselves into, him being only seventeen when they started calling upon each other, he couldn't and wouldn't put her into that position, not that kissing and telling was his thing anyway. He took her orders as seriously has he could, sitting still had never been one of his strong points, he'd always found himself having hot coal in his pants, the wiggles. "I just think she's disappointed in me." he confessed, though in Israel's opinion, she'd come around, and he hoped she was right. "She expects more out of me." he continued. It had always been him that kept the anchor on the family, the younger siblings, were old enough to know what was going on, in fact, Tavin had been much younger when he'd began holding his mother's spirits in his hands, she'd started crying to him when he was only eight or nine. It had always been a request of his that she only put the weight on his shoulders, the twins had no right to be weighed down with the stress he had to bare, and young Michael was way to much of a free spirit to be grounded, though the doctors had made a point to say that out of all the children the one that had to worry about developing the illness was Michael, and Tavin just wanted him to have fun with his life and be careless as long as he could, after all at fourteen the kid only had tomorrow to worry about. "I just don't want her to go to Greyson or Addi." he stressed to his friend, at seventeen, the twins had always lived a free life, Addi wanted to be a dentist and Greyson was so smart that it was unreal, he wanted to go to the moon someday, and everyone believed he just might. "They got too much good in them to know the truth." The realest part of the situation was, after over twenty years of having the shakes, Michael J Fox's body was starting to stiffen, he could barely move his fingers or open his mouth anymore, he had to be fed through a tube on most days, and a nurse to be with him around the clock. The kids only knew dad was sick, but really didn't know much more than that, they didn't go out of their way to learn either, their father wasn't as important to them as he probably should be, but then again, Michael senior had always made a point to keep the kids out of his life, he didn't want to leave a whole in them, so instead, they barely knew the guy, having been raised by their strong mother, the staff and Tavin. "I've always protected them." He was glad that the mood got lighter with their jokes of going to jail for having his hair messed up, and she'd even agreed that she'd probably be right next to him, his partner in crime. "This is half my income." he joked, though it was only the look that had got him signed onto several movies, his whole look had won many casting directors, and his personality glowed with confidence, a perfect stranger would never guess he was falling apart on inside, he appeared to be the attention craved son of Michael J Fox and if that was what it took to move forward, he'd take it. "I'd be going bankrupt!" he finished. Surprise fled the beautiful Rae's voice as amazement rolled over her, "Yeah," he said slowly, feeling a little embarrassed, after all, he didn't make a habit of calling a girl over and over again, once was the max if any. "She's just, seeing someone else." he admitted, though he hadn't even planned on saying that much, "I mean she wasn't at the time." he corrected, "But she is now." if anything he felt played and maybe that was what pulled him to her, he was dazzled and he couldn't get her out of his head, that sick feeling like being home sick rolled through his body in waves. He shrugged again, though he'd already been warned to keep still already, "Luckily that's true." he smiled, his show stopping smile, he knew he was a good looking guy and he loved to use that. [/style]

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Some people did give Israel a hard time about the fact that she called the nineteen year old heartthrob a friend. They often asked what they could possibly have in common or have to talk about considering the nine year gap in their ages. However, Israel didn’t see age in people. Tavin wasn’t just some nineteen year old kid. He’d been through a lot, what with his father’s illness and having to be a professional in an unforgiving business, and was a lot more grown up than people who didn’t know him thought. And despite having to grow up fast, he was still youthful and fun. It reminded her of what she was like when she first moved out of her parents’ house. She was only sixteen at the time but was still filled with youthful joy that propelled her dreams. She worked hard to succeed, but still kept a smile on her face and knew how to have a good time. Israel had her setbacks but she handled them well. She’d always had a confidence about her that was to be admired.

“I have no doubts that she’ll come around,” Israel said as Tavin straightened up. She paused her cutting while he moved, not wanting to risk a mistake. She resumed as he was still again, finishing up the last bits of the top. Israel understood where Mrs. Fox was coming from. Tavin was a huge emotional support for her and the rest of their family; he was their rock. Israel could only imagine what was going through her mind if she felt like she was losing him. It was obviously more than enough to make her upset and warrant giving Tavin the cold shoulder. However, the Fox family wasn’t losing Tavin at all. Sure, he was moving out and demanding some freedom, but the time was bound to come at some point or another. And he was literally moving into the backyard, just a hop, skip, and a jump away. With everything that was going on in her lift coupled with the fact that she relied so heavily on Tavin, his decision to move must’ve come as a heavy blow. “Maybe this will be good for her.” Israel shrugged. “I know she probably won’t see it that way, but this will probably give her a chance to learn to be more emotionally independent.”

“It’s gonna be tough for her,” she continued. “Especially since the twins are getting older. Soon enough, it’s going to be them who will want independence. But that’s the cycle of life, you know?” She put the scissors down then ran her fingers through his hair to inspect her work. So far so good. The top was done and she could move on to the sides. “It’ll be alright,” she said with a smile, plugging in the clippers and attaching the extension. She powered it on and it came to life with a buzzing noise, but the sound was soft enough that she could still talk over it. The sides of Tavin’s head had to be trimmed with extra precision. These were the parts that showed new hair growth the most. The shapeup she gave him was so concise that the slightest bit of new growth could make a difference, hence their frequent appointments. Israel was truly in love with doing hair and she always strived for perfection. It was in the pristine lines that one could really admire he handiwork. Israel brought the clippers to the left side of his head and started buzzing of the ends of his hair.

“Psht! It’s half of mine, too!” she laughed. That wasn’t entirely true. Israel did have other clients and worked in hair and makeup on film and television sets, but Tavin was one of her most high profile clients. Her work wasn’t cheap, but she made sure that he got what he paid for and more. He deserved exclusivity, luxury, and the utmost convenience, something he wasn’t going to get it some random schmuck was cutting his hair. She raised her eyebrows when he mentioned that the mystery girl was seeing someone else. “Oh,” she responded to his correction. “Bummer. Her loss. One day she’ll realize what she’s missing.” It really did blow her mind that there was a girl who’d turned Tavin down when there were so many that would give anything to be with him. She was sure there was more to the story, but she didn’t press it for now. “We can both find new prospects in Seattle.” She was half joking, Israel really wasn’t interested in getting into a serious relationship any time soon, but she wouldn’t mind if she found someone who could take her out on a few dates and show her a good time. Things in her life were too normal these days. It was about time someone came along and spiced things up.

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[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] He was glad to have had Israel to be there for his positive thoughts, and keeping him grounded. He hasn't typically the type to need someone to confess to, but Rae had become that for him, the girl that he could count on for everything. She was the reason he was making the big bucks, keeping the hair on his head looking fresh and stylish, while also doing a bunch of work on his mind, keeping it running smooth, it was amazing how much she'd come to mean to him, he didn't often find women to be so close to him, without making it something more, like he had Aalina and Andrea both. He guessed it was the way she held herself with such a strong head and she knew what she was good at, and never pushed him for anything else. He was thrilled he'd been the one to call her to make such a large change, so many months ago. "I'm sure she will, the question is when?" his eyebrows shifted, his left one pulling up in a slight curve. He was always moving, adjusting himself, and though she always told him to sit still, he never managed to follow her instruction, at least, she was patient enough for him to get back into a comfortable position, "I'm not sure my mom remembers how to be independent." he admitted, for so long, she'd spoke to him about the downward spiral his dad was taking, and never had he complained, he'd always found his own way of dealing with it, and usually that involved girls, all kinds of girls, blond, red heads, brunettes, anything between. It was true, he'd been coming home later and later, hoping not to deal with his mother, and regardless of the time, the skeleton of the once beautiful actress, would be waiting up for him. The night he'd spent with Andrea had been the first time, he'd not come home, and now he felt the urge to be independent, it felt so wrong. "God help her if the twins want to move out anytime soon." he said wide eyed. Though he had never considered them wanting to take a leave of absence, his heart pounded with the possibility, was he really leaving his mom to fend herself off from the wolves? Was his moving out just the beginning of the long list of other birds to leave the nest. "It would kill her." he admitted, though he bit back the urge to call up his mother and tell her he'd changed his mind, he reminded himself whether he stayed or left, she would always be breathing down his back if he remained living in the house, she would never learn her place, she would only continue the way she always had, a protective mother that expected her son to come home at a decent hour, not the mother of a grown man who wanted to make his own decisions in life. He felt the pull of the clippers along his sides of hair head, and turned his head every which way, that her little hands tugged his jaw in, feeling her grasp his neck as she turned it to her will. This was always the most nerve racking part for him, his hands squeezing the sides of the stool for life, though she trusted him, he always hated the feel of the pull of hairs when the clippers got to them. "If my hair doesn't get noticed anymore, there's no point in signing onto any new roles." he joked. He truly was going to go bankrupt and he was never going to get out of his father's shadow if that was the case. "It feels like my lose." he said honestly, he wasn't ready to spill his heart to Rae, but he sure was hurting inside. It was clear, obviously, he never texted a girl back let alone call them, she'd become number one on his speed dial and every time she popped in his head, he left her a little text, didn't say much, just a little shout out. "That'd be great." he felt his face pull into a helpless smile, then fade just as quickly, "Except she's going to be in Seattle with me." he admitted, though he knew that by confessing that, he was telling her that the brunette in the picture was the girl that was set to play his opposite in the up coming movie he was filming in the state of Washington, damned his luck. [/style]

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[ISRAEL YADIRA MONROE]

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Despite coming from a large family, Israel never felt ignored as a child. Her parents did their best to pay an equal amount of attention to all of their children. She was one on six children, but the Monroes always made time for each one of them, listening to their problems or concerns as well as joys and celebrations. The children were also taught to rely on each other when they needed someone to turn to. Their closeness was encouraged and fostered by their parents as they grew up. From then on, Israel always felt it was important to be there for others for whenever they wanted to share their stories and experiences with someone, and even when they didn’t want to share. She’d become an expert listener, a skill she refined when she became a beautician. It was a part of the salon culture for clients and stylists to chit chat when meeting. There was just something about the chair that opened people up, inspiring them to talk about any and everything. It was in her early years working in the salon that Israel picked up her gossiping habit. But as she became a skilled hairdresser, she learned that when people sat in that chair, they talked about more than just the latest dirt. Clients often became vulnerable when they sat down for a makeup and or hair appointment. And it was then that Israel became more than just a hairdresser or makeup artist; she became their friend.

Tavin’s statement about his mother’s independence was saddening but true. It seemed like her every existence revolved around her children, especially Tavin, in the unhealthiest of ways. Israel craved independence which was part of the reason she left her parents’ house so young. She wanted to be able to do and say whatever she wanted whenever she wanted and she loved every second of it. A time would come where she would want children of her own to be dependent on her, but for now she was happy being single and free. Mrs. Fox deserved a bit of freedom. Her situation at home seemed to be eating her alive and that was no way to live. Israel let out a heavy sigh. “Unfortunately, that’s the cycle of lives. Parents raise children until they are ready to move off on their own to start their own lives. And then it repeats. Your mom knew that when she had you.” Israel couldn’t imagine what it would be like having to let your own children go and having to relearn what it’s like to live without them. It seemed truly heartbreaking. But knowing that you raised them right to live successful, happy, and fulfilling lives was reward enough in itself. “If she wants what’s best for you guys, she’ll learn to let you go.”

As she moved along his head with the clippers, the haircut really started to take shape. She moved around his head, shaving down the back and sides so that it was the right length. It was no secret that this was nerve wracking for Tavin. One wrong move and he could end up with a bald spot. But Israel buzzed along with ease and expertise, moving his head this way and that so she could cut what she needed. “Baby, I’m sure you’d have girls still drooling over your beautiful face even if you were bald.” The pandemonium surrounding Tavin J. Fox was unlike anything she’d really seen in the last decade. Sure, he’d probably lose a bunch of fans if he lost his hair, but most of those girls were as loyal as they came. Hair or no hair, they weren’t going anywhere. “But, we will never have to worry about that. If you ever decided to go bald, I’d be out of a job and I just might have to kill you in your sleep,” she joked. It was Tavin’s head. Whatever he wanted to do to it, she would deliver. He was in fact paying her for that. But Israel always offered her suggestions and critiques, both as a friend and his stylist.

Israel brought her face closer to his head as she shaped up his hairline. This was the part that required the most precision and the steadiest of hands. She started at the nape of his neck then worked her way around. She had to bend his ears a bit to get behind them. “Well pretty girls will do that to you.” Israel always took rejection with a grain of salt. It was always that easy for everyone else to do. But it was probably only so easy for her because she never really allowed herself to fall too hard. When she was done, she clicked off the clippers and unplugged them before placing them back in her bag. She took out her duster and swept it over the back of Tavin’s neck and head then his shoulder to rid them of the clipped tresses. “Oh, is that right?” His admission raised her eyebrows. Now she knew exactly who Tavin was talking about. She didn’t know much about the girl but she was going to make it her mission to find out. “Well maybe that just means you’ll get another shot at sweeping her of her feet…if that’s what you really want to do. Some girls just don’t realize when they have a good thing in front of them. You have to make them see it.” Israel dabbed a little hair product into the palms of her hands before running them through Tavin’s hair. She styled it just the way he liked, leaving every strand in place. When her job was done, she packed away all of her supplies and zipped up her bag, but left it in place on the counter. She wasn’t ready to leave just yet. Israel turned to lead the way out of the kitchen and toward the television. “Okay, stud. This is the part where I get to whoop your ass at xbox.”

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