tattoos // lashton

four.

- Luke -

I walked into work twenty minutes early. I was determined not to lose this job. If I had to go home and tell Calum I was fired, he would grab the closest item to him and shove it so far up my ass that it would come out my mouth. When I walked in, the guy with the colourful hair looked up at me. 

"You're early." He said. I shrugged, putting on the landyard with my name tag. I just went for a galaxy one.

"Better than being late." I said. He nodded, going back to the game he was playing on his phone. It wasn't busy, as it was nine in the morning on a Monday. Everyone was at work or school.

"So what do I need to do?" I asked. He looked up at me and gave me a confused look.

"Have you never had a job before?" He asked, laughing slightly at what he said. I shook my head and his laughter came to an end.

"I got fired from Target after working there for two days. That's the only experience I have." I said. He laughed and looked back at his phone.

"I'm shocked you got hired." He said. I sat down next to him, taking a look around the store. There was only two people here. A girl with light blue who was looking at CDs and a boy with black hair who was looking at some anime shirt. 

"It's probably because I'm so hot." I joked, grabbing my phone from my pocket. I guess I could just scroll through Tumblr until I actually get something to do.

"I wouldn't doubt it." He said. I looked up from my phone at him. He laughed.

"What? I'm straight, not blind." He said. I smiled and laughed. I could tell that we'll become pretty good friends. I'll have to introduce him to Calum sometime.

"Do you just sit here til the end of the shift?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Just until people actually start to show up." He said. I nodded.

"I still don't even know your name, dude." I said when realization hit me. He laughed, Grabbing his name tag and holding it up.

"Michael." He said, releasing it and letting it fall against his stomach. I grabbed mine and held it up.

"Luke." I said. 

"You look like a Luke." He said. I nodded, because even I think I look like a Luke.

"Hate to break it to you, but you don't look like a Michael. Like, at all." I said. 

"What do I look like then?" He asked. I studied him. 

"An Eric. Or a Noah. Or a Thomas. Possibly an Ian." I said. He nodded.

"I could deal with one of those names." He said. He looked at me and laughed.

"You could be a Marco. Maybe a Robert or a Wesley." He said. I laughed. Robert was my middle name.

"I'm gonna applaud you because Robert is my middle name." I said. 

"Really? I was kinda leaning towards the Marco." He said. I laughed.

"Yeah. What's your middle name?" I asked him. How did we get on this topic again? Oh, well.

"That's a dark hole in my life that we're not going into." He said. I laughed and gave him a weird look.

"I hate my middle name so fucking much." He explained.

"It can't be that bad. Not worse than Robert." I said. He gave me a horrified look.

"Oh, God. Are you ready to hear this terrible name?" He asked. I nodded.

"Enlighten me." I said. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Gordon." He said. I tried to hold back my laughter but it was impossible. If I held back my laughter I would've exploded. He hid his face in his hands.

"It's hideous. I know." He said. I laughed so hard that I was crying. That was not at all what I was expecting. I was expecting some twist. Like his middle name was Jessica or something.

"It's beautiful." I said, bringing my laughter to an end. He hit my leg after I said that, and my laughter returned.

"Let's change the topic." He said. I nodded, even though I did want to keep teasing him. I was going to talk about like bands or movies, but he brought something else up.

"What's your tattoo say?" He asked. I may have tattoo sleeves and even more than just those placed on my arms, but I knew which one he was talking about. I decided to be cheeky anyway.

"Well, this one says 'just feel your heartbeat.' And this one says 'if you don't live for something then you'll die for nothing.' And this one says-" I was going to continue, but he cut me off.

"You know what I meant, you cheek bastard." He said. I laughed. I guess he didn't want to see what was on my other wrist and my collarbone. I held up the wrist that showed the tattoo I was born with. He grabbed it so he could read it better. 'why shouldn't i?'

"What did your soulmate's wrist say?" He asked. I scratched the back of my neck.

"I haven't met him yet. Or her. I'm hoping it's a guy, though." I said. He nodded. I'm glad he's not one to judge.

"What about yours?" I asked. He held it up and I read it. 'sorry.' That's so much more easier to decipher than mine.

"She bumped into me and spilled coffee all over me and apologized. Sadly, I said 'oh, fuck' when it happened." He said. I laughed, but then felt bad for the girl. Poor girl probably got raised in a church.

"My friend thinks her parents raised her in a church because of me. He might be right." He said, laughing. I almost said that I was just thinking that, but I decided against it. I guess I'll get along with his friend if I ever meet him then. 

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A/N:

sorry if your name is robert or gordon. your name is beautiful <333

boring chapter but whatevs

ily.

-jc.