Strawberries & Cigarettes

Chapter 10

TW: violence.

Again, it's not that extreme but if you're triggered by the topic, you have every right to skip over the scene!

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April 26, 2015

"You didn't!" Spencer gasps, taking Aurora's forearm into his hand to analyze her fresh, Pisces sign tattoo on her left wrist.

"Oh, but I did!" she giggles, tucking her loose strands of hair behind her ear to show him the second pretty tattoo inked on her skin.

He abruptly squeals, but a rapid grimace washes over his face by the odd noise that came out of his mouth.

Spencer snorts, slowly saying, "Okay, ignore whatever the fuck that sound was but wow, you're addicted already."

Aurora playfully rolls her eyes, throwing herself onto their gray couch with a heavy sigh.

He's not wrong, though.

The bee-pricking feeling addicts her in a baffling way when the painful process is worth it at the end.

She knows it is when the tattoo can symbolize something valuable to her.

"Did someone else tattoo you? The design style looks different than the butterfly one... It's better," Spencer admits, sitting down beside her with a light shove to her shoulder.

"Louis."

"What?"

"Louis... He was the one that tattooed me today," Aurora repeats, raising her left wrist into her view to softly stroke her fingertips against the sheer bandage.

She remembers the short conversation they had about astrology, and her small smile subsides from her lips by his judgment.

"Hm, you're one of those people who believe in all that zodiac bullshit."

It's not bullshit, at least to her it isn't.

"Hey, it's not... That. It's interesting once you get into it and—"

"—You're proving my point right now. Plus, since now I know you like this shit, it's even more bullshit."

His past rude words ring in her ears, which leaves a heavy pang on her chest.

Her interest and liking towards the topic tears at his opposing opinion, it shouldn't get under her skin but it does.

Maybe it is bullshit, in some components.

"Really? Is he still an asshole or did he finally warm up to you?" Spencer asks her, laughing afterward at a hidden thought within his head.

When is he not one?

Aurora chuckles at his laughter but stops when he does, and replies, "He's still the same... But tell me about your day, how was it?"

"You're such a mom," he points out, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

Her hands fiddle at the seams of her pink floral sundress, the material of the dress covers her thighs but the cold air still sends a shiver up her spine.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

She offers him a dimpled smile, laying her head on his shoulder as one of her hands tug at the front of his caramel-colored hair.