The Bad Boy is after me?!

6.)Ink and black smoke

Another day another chapter.
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Today is the day I'm going to do it, I swear I am. Searching through the beautiful, delicate ink designs I finally find one.

It's. So. Beautiful. Meant for me.

Smiling I print the picture and exit the public library and hop onto my motorcycle. She starts smoothly and we drive off, heading towards the big city.

Stepping off my baby I shake my hair out and get a few wolf whistles from some guys across the street and enter the best ink shop in the state.

Soon enough I'm taking a seat and I hear the steady buzz of the needle that will stab my skin a few layers and ink it till it's red..
I might be over stating it a bit..

"So what do you want? You have any specific design?.." I nod and hand over the paper. Once she see the design she smiles, "well I'll be damn...I never get to do this one! It's going to look great!" Then soon following we hear someone yell from the other side of the room. "Bitch.. yes you do."

I painfully bite down on a little towel I brought until it was over.

Oh. My. Razzleberries.

It's beautiful. To anyone else they think it's just a tree but to me... It's so much more. I smile at my self in the mirror, it's red and still hurts, not to mention how sore it's becoming. Finally I leave and go in search of cigarettes. Tucking my hair into the helmet which looks wicked with the tinted shade thingy, I head off towards home.

Having to yet travel through the big city I come to the last red light before the open stretch of road, with a few other bikers, young bikers. They rev their engines along with a car or to and turn to me. I smirk, but they can't see that and I turn back to the light and give it a vroom. A few long agonizing seconds pass and it switches to green and we peel out and dash for the hills.

My blood pounds in my ears and I weave around a few bikes in choppy motions just to get a kick out of them. Taking the lead I push it faster and I cross the understood finish line. And slow down enough to where I can slam on the brakes a spin around a little without getting thrown off.

Once we've all parked sideways on the side of the road, a few off the guys run their hands over their heads messing up their hair. One looks too me and says, "Dude... That was sick! Your one hell of a guy to be able to ride like that. Man!" He looks down and shakes his head.

What the hell I'm NOT a guy.. oh wait the helmet.

I laugh and his head shots up, "what's so funny?"

Chuckling I take the helmet off and shake out my hair with both hands, "ahh...you, you thought because of my super duper rad biker skills I was a dude but I'm just a small town... girl. I smile and stay frozen for a moment before snapping straight up looking down at my helmet, "Well...ahh I got to get home in about..." I whip out my phone and check the time. 3:50. oh fuck.

I suck in a breath and I'm praying he's not drunk. "10minutes ASAP so bye!" I throw on the head protector and race off.

7 minutes later, doing 95, I skid into a random gas station and get my cigarettes before leaving just as fast as I came.

It's not long, 8 minutes, until I see my towns city limits. As quickly as I can I take short cuts trying to get home as fast as I can. As soon as my baby is quickly put away I race up the steps and open the door to find Dan talking to some pretty lady. They look to me, one foot in the door one foot out, mouth hanging open, one hand on the door handle one on the outside of the house. When Dan opens his mouth I steps out and close the door. And kind of walk backwards down the steps.

He opens the door as I turned around walking to the garage. "Honey could you do me a favor?" I whip around and cross my arms. "What do you want." he rolls his eyes, "Could you make me and her dinner and and pour wine?"

Letting my arms drop I roll my eyes and stomp inside and shoo them out and tell them to go drive around town and that I'm making dinner.

I rub my hands together and set the table for two.. for two and I place a nice red cloth on the table, red petals from the garden and a candle in the middle of the table.

Getting out the spaghetti I start on that. While the straws are softening in the pot I whip up 10 biggish meat balls and cook those. While those cook in the oven I make the yummy red sauce, turning off the spaghetti I take the cooked meatballs out of then oven and place then on the counter. While the spaghetti and meat balls cool, and the red sauce warms up, I take out our two big spaghetti plates and set them down and go in search of another plate, for me. Hurrying back to the kitchen I take the red sauce off and let it cool a little and get the big spaghetti spoon and scoop a big blob onto each plate followed with the carefully placed, and hidden, meatballs in the spaghetti. Slowly I pour the red sauce over each serving and take them to the table and adjust the cloth a little bit and smile. finally an hour and 10 minutes later I got it done. All too soon I hear a car pull up and my eyes snap to the non lightened candle.

Argh!

Running off I search through the drawlers and finally find the big lighter.

As they walk in I'm lightening the candle and she awe's.

Score. Taking my plate I sneak out into my room and light my cigarette and eat my food, perched on the window.

Looking up at the stars my wary clenches and I sigh. Putting my food down I creep open the door and down the stairs. Sitting in the stairs I look through the rails and into the dinning room, and they are holding hands.

I watch for a moment at them being all lovey-dovey before I look down at my lap and climb back up the stairs, pouting. Turing off all but my lamp light I sit on the window sill and swing my legs over to the dangle out.

'I want a boyfriend'

Grabbing my box of cigs I write 'boyfriend' and laugh my ass off.

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