McCall Girl

Tattoo

^^^^^Janine McCall^^^^^

Janine's POV

"Are you sure Scotty? I mean getting a tattoo, that's like FOREVER, you know?", Stiles, my idiotic friend asks sounding a little nauseous.

"Shut up, Stiles. Scott, it's your choice so I can't really say anything about it.", I said.

"I'll tell you everything later, but let's just go in, yeah?"

Stiles and I nodded and we went in. Halfway there, Stiles nervously rambling, stepped on my foot.

"STILES!! My foot!!!"

"Oh my god, Janine, I'm sorry. Wait you're a werewolf, meh it's fine." 

I flicked his head and walked along with Scott as he winced in pain.

INSIDE THE TATTOO SHOP:

"Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture...", the tattoo artist sarcastically said and I laughed.

"Hey, Scott! You sure you don't want something like this?", holding up the picture of a lizard creature that looked like a Kanima. I shuddered at the memories of that.

"...Too soon?", Stiles asked, reading the room.

"You think?", I asked, giving him a knowing look.

"I don't know, man. Are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?", Stiles asked, a little unsure

"I'm not changing my mind."

"Okay, but why two bands?", I jumped in and asked

"I just like it.", he shrugged and said

"But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning? You know, or something?", Stiles questioned

"Getting a tattoo means something.", Scott replies

"I don't think that's what he---", I began

"He's right. Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word tatua means "to leave a mark," like a rite of passage.", the tattoo artist interrupted me. Rude!

"Yeah, see? He gets it!", Scott exclaimed

"He's covered in tattoos, Scott-- literally.", Stiles scoffed.

 "Okay, you ready? You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"

"Nope!"

"I tend to get a little squeamish, though, so...", Stiles said as he fainted.

"And he's gone. Hit his head pretty hard, but eh he deserves it", I said and picked him up

ON THE ROAD 

"Oh, man...", Scott muttered

" You okay?", Stiles asked

"Kinda burns...", Scott winced 

"Yes, you just had your skin tabbed about one hundred thousand times with a needle...", I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this.", Scott weakly said"Oh, God...", Stiles said, worried about what profoundly disgusting thing he's gonna see next.

"No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this!", Scott groaned.

"Scott! What's wrong?!", I asked, scared to death. I hate my brother sometimes, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna let him die.