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"No wonder it's quiet in here." He sat down beside me.
"I'm sayin." I laughed. "I need a favor." I said.
"Wassup." He said.
"You wanna do my tattoo?" I asked.
"What you want it to be?" He asked.
"Freestyle it." I shrugged.
"You sure?" He asked. "Cause if I give you something you don't like you gone slap me." He mumbled and I laughed quietly since Serayah was still sleep.
"You know me better than anybody in here, I trust you." I said looking down at Serayah but I can feel that he was staring at me.
"Stop." I tried not to smile.
"I'm chilling." He chuckled.
"NICE GUYS ALWAYS FINISH LAST SHOULD'VE KNOWN THAT." Tre yelled coming in.
"Shhhhh she sleeping." I said.
"Oh shit my bad, why you ain't tell me you was bringing my friend." He said messing with the alcohol.
"I said it yesterday." I laughed.
"This nigga dumb." Jay mumbled.
"Shut the fuck up." He said.
"Stop cussing." I said.
"Um Tre you left a whole client in your tattoo room." Teyana walked in and we looked at him.
"How you leave a whole client-." I said.
"She said that it hurt so she took a break." He shrugged like it was nothing.
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𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃
General FictionWhy is love this complicated We should of been friends, we should of waited But we can't go back on our past Explain to me why we can't last Is it too many scars to heal from
