This is my first story about Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi. Qui-Gon has a bit of a problem, and it's Obi-Wan's fault. Oh well. Just read it.
NOTE: I own nothing. Argh.

'OBI-WAN-KENOBI! GET IMMEDIANTLY HERE!'

There was a loud BANG, and the door of Obi-Wan's room flew open.

A petrified Obi-Wan stood in front of his incense master in the living space.

'Ma…Master?' 'Wha…What?' Obi-Wan didn't have the slightest idea what he could have done wrong.

Qui-Gon growled. 'You know where I'm talking about! '

'N-no, master, I honestly don't know.' stammered Obi-Wan and he looked at his infuriate master.

Qui-Gon pointed wild at his long, wavy hair and yelled: 'What is this sticky stuff?

Obi-Wan couldn't see it at first, but when he took a closer look, he saw were his normally calm master was so thrilled about.

In his masters hair was a large pink bobble. It looked quite disgusting

It was chewing gum.

Of course! He should have known it! His master was not attached to anything, but his hair, therefore he acted so strange.

He laughed. A know very red Qui-Gon sputtered: 'It is not funny!' 'I can't get it out of my hair.' He didn't look too happy.

On the contrary, his padawan was doubling over with laughter. 'Tha-That i- is my chewin' gum, master!'

He'd better not say that, because when his master heard 'my chewin' gum' he roared.

'You! I knew it! Get it out! Now!'

Obi-Wan's laughter faded away. 'B-But master, I can't!'

'Why not then, padawan?' 'It isn't like it is going to stay forever in my hair, is it?'

Qui Gon had finally cooled down a bit

Obi Wan gulped. He knew he was in BIG trouble if he had to say the truth.

'Err…. I-I can't get it out of your hair master. Actually, nobody can…'

'Ah…And why if I may ask you?'

'Because it's chewin' gum, master.' 'I-It's like glue or s-something….'

There was a long and tense silence between master and padawan, and then:

'YOU are in VERY BIG trouble, young man!' 'For the next six months four hours of extra meditation, and you're sentenced to kitchen duty!'

Obi Wan went white. 'But Master, you can't do that to me!'

'Oh, yes I can.' 'And if you now don't stop complaining, it will be a year.'

Obi-Wan muttered something about 'Unfair…. Stupid stuff…' but went finally quit.

'And know I want to know how we can get this out of my hair.'

'But I told you already, there is no way of getting it out, master' said Obi-Wan weekly, following his master to the bathroom.

'I'm afraid you can only remove it by cutting your hair.'

The next situation could certainly be heard on the other side of the temple.

'WHAT!' 'NO WAY!' 'I AM NOT CUTTING MY HAIR!' 'EVERYTHING BUT MY HAIR, NO WAY!'

'Master would you please calm down!' 'It is not as wo - 'Oh NO!' 'I AM-'Master, please!'

'YOU WILL HAVE TO KILL ME FIRST, BUT NOT MY- 'MASTER WILL YOU SHUT UP A MOMENT!' yelled a now extremely irritated Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon abruptly shut his mouth, teeth clenched.

'Come on master, it is not like you're hair will be gone forever.' 'And we don't have to shave you bald, like master Windu.' 'And you really don't want to have that sticky stuff in your hair, do you, master?'

His master sighed.

'Is it really the only solution, isn't there something else, like-''No I'm afraid there isn't, master' said Obi-Wan quickly before his master could babbling again.'

'But I do know a very good barber, it's called: Your Hair, Our Hair.' 'I'm pretty sure they will make a fine coupe out of it, truly, I promise.'

'Well you'd better know what you're saying, padawan or else…. 'Grumbled Qui-Gon.

They both walked out of their bathroom through the door, to the hallway and the stairs.

Qui-Gon seemed like he was still thinking about something. Through their bond, Obi-Wan asked: / 'What is it master?'/

'Well padawan, I really want to know HOW that…that chewing-gum has gotten into my hair.' 'And you're going to tell me. That is an order.'

Obi Wan sighed. He should have known his master was going to ask him that.

'Well master, that is a very very long story.'

'Well tell me, then.'

And when they were walking out of the temple's doors, Obi-Wan found himself telling his master the whole unlucky story of 'the sticky stuff' incident.

Woah! I've finished my very first story! You can shoot me now, and I'm open for criticism.
I've also got a question; shall I make more chapters?

-Yes: 1: How the sticky stuff came into Qui-Gon's hair and 2: After Qui-Gon's hair is cut, what will be the reactions?
-No