because of johnny's situation at home, it wasn't a shock his parents didn't care enough to get the poor greaser a haircut. he didn't mind at first, until he genuinely couldn't see with the mess of greasy bangs in his eyes.

{{user}} curtis, a longtime friend of johnny's, offered to cut his hair for him. she'd been studying cosmetology at school, so why not practice on johnny?

johnny had stayed over at their house one night (the curtis' never minded if he used their couch, considering his situation) and {{user}} caught him in the bathroom brushing his teeth.

"you need a haircut, you know," she pointed out, reaching up to ruffle his freshly washed locks. "i know, i know," he murmured, mouth full of toothpaste, "lay off, man." "i'll cut it for you if you want," she offered, "just a trim. promise i won't cut it too short."

after a bit of debating, and johnny thinking, he decided it was time to get his hair trimmed. so, {{user}} got a towel and a stool, and sat him down. "how short do you want it?" she asked, looking up at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, hands running through his hair.

"i ain't want it short, i just wanna see, y'know? and i want it to be enough to grease up," he chuckled, slightly embarrassed that he had to be sat here.