There was this retirement thing for someone at the library that Charlotte had to go to since Rachel was sort of out of commission. Or so she said. Really, Rosco knew Rachel could have gone, but she would have had to have gotten babysitting and..well, he was right here.
Anyway, they had to be the grownups. Charlotte was making him wear a suit to this old people thing. It was so damn irritating. Why, he kept asking himself. Why? So he got ready in no time. Charlotte was in the bathroom. Forever he thought.
"Are you coming out of there?" It was making him nervous. "Aren't you ready?"
Nothing. Absolutely not a word came from the bathroom. So he tied his leather shoes, and went to see if it was unlocked. It was. It was there, his eyes opened wide. He took it all in. Charlotte had decided to cut the back of her hair.
"Does it look OK?" She turned to him as she snipped one more lock with the worst scissors in the world.
"No. No, it doesn't, Charlotte." And it didn't. It looked off. Really off. Rosco rolled his eyes and took the scissors. He combed her curls out and she squealed like a baby.
"Sorry, but you asked for it." He'd have to even it out. "What were you thinking?"
"That it was ugly." She winced.
"Stop looking in the mirror so much." He braided what he could and tucked it under with pins. "Don't do this again."
She gave him a scowl.
He sighed back.
"I don't even want to go to this thing." He told her.
"I don't either. I just want a cheese pizza and watch Glee on TV." She looked so sad.
"I'm recording it." He told her.
She went to get on her tights and boots. Naturally, no one there would be dressed quite as stylish as Charlotte.