all time low (2012-2013)

past scars - bonus chapter

A/N: HEY HEY HELLO SORRY TO BOTHER but i really wanted to thank you for 300+ reads! its insane! thank you so much💘

danielle's pov
yep, it worked. jaime called and asked me if it did and i didnt lie, so he insisted i buy him booze today, and jack was in as fuck you know? first jaime wanted to go to the tattoo shop him and mike always go down to, so he asked me and jack to tag along, by 3:30 we make it to the spot and we greet jaime.

"shh, thank me later" he brags with all of his pride that his tips worked.

"okay fuckhead knock it off" i punch his chest and i take a seat on a random stool near a wall that had a ton of designs on it and jack sits next to jaime on the tattoo chair.

jaime was just getting a couple of fill designs for his sleeve with a bunch of colors and details so nothing big, him and his tattoo guy talk back and fourth about some football event hime was going on and on about. sounded pretty big, eventually their voices become nothing but background noises as i stare at all the different designs on the wall, i mean i dont think i need any tattoos, i had a couple on my thigh, coverup ones from coping in a bad way in my teen years.

dont get me wrong, some people take pride in their scars; and call them battle scars, mines are ones, too. but every one of them holds a memory, an episode, a night, a person, a motive, everyone just looked at it differently, i run my hand over the scar from a fight of kellin's, the one on my arm and one design really caught my eye, it was like a sword with small flower detail, maybe i could get a coverup.

"jack?" i call him and he nods his head, i gesture for him to come.

"what's up?" he asks me.

"you see this?" i slide off my jacket's sleeve to show him the scar.

"ouch, yep, what about it?" he asks me while looking at it.

"i think this sword would be a sick coverup" i point to the design on the wall.

"oh my god, i love it, why dont you get this after jaime?" he suggests.

"i mean if the guy has an open slot" i tell him.

"hey colt you have anyone after jaime's appointment?" jack asks him.

"nope, i dont" he says while chewing a gum and tatting a color onto jaime's sleeve.

"good well you see, my girl really likes this sword design over here, she wants a coverup tattoo on her arm.. maybe if you are free i could get the same one on the same arm?" jack suggests and my eyes light up with joy, fuck yes.

"yep im all free after hime's appointment, just lemme go grab a lunch before it and im all yours" colt agrees to the idea, me and jack leave the tattoo shop to walk around the block.

"it's nice we are getting a matching tattoo, how fucking sick is that!" i tell him.

"i know, that would be the most adorable thing in the world, i want to get it" he tells me.

"it's a deal then..um so..are we still on this entire traveling thing?" i ask him.

"what? yes. is there any festivals nearby?" he asks me.

"i think like..two, all of them have a bunch of bands we like, its just i dunno the motel spots" i tell him.

"thats not a big deal, we'll look it up when we're back" he puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me in close.

"alex called me today morning and said him and sab had a little argument and she left" jack tells me.

"huh? what? what argument?" i ask jack.

"like idk some over girl that flyzik hired for photography..i mean..shes a babe" he says it with a sly grin and earns an instant hit to his side just like he had expected.

"AHH BITCH IM BEING HONEST" he screams and i stop in my tracks crossing my arms.

"the faster you run the better so im gonna give you a headstart" i tell him while smiling.

"huh?" he looks around in confusion.

"im kidding, so..whos that girl anyways?" i ask him and we start taking a turn around the block.

"shes for photography like i said, i think we're having a photoshoot soon, anyways, sabrina was pissed that her and alex hangout alot alone like one on one" he tells me.

"alone one on one? why would that be, isnt she new?" i ask him in total confusion, why would alex do that? i mean usually he wouldnt just have 1 on 1 hangouts with a girl unless when him and sab were on and off, never when he was with sab, unless it was a common mutual?

"well i dont know but shes freaking the fuck out so i nope she doesnt break her engagement off with him" he tells me also confused the same way i'm.

"well, i'll talk with her about it and see whats up with dipshit gaskarth" i shrug my shoulders, and colt, the tattoo guy had left for lunch like he said, so we wait around for him, when he's back i hop on his chair and a bit after, i had scars induced by kellin on my arm gone, covered by a beautiful sword with a flowery detail tattoo, beautiful, fucking beautiful, just one step closer to completely having him out of my mind.

i no longer see him, his scars are gone, he is gone, not the memories though, i hope i dont get to live with them any longer, i cant even count how many times ive been through stuff that took a huge toll on me and now, i think, wow? it's basically almost irrelevant now, and it doesnt cross my head ever.

"how does that look" jack asks while looking at the fresh ink over the mirror.

"oh my god, look at us!" i roll my sleeve up while smiling like an idiot as we compare both tats in the mirror.

"WAITTT GOTTA POST THISS" jack pulls out his phone and takes a mirror selfie and posts it on instagram captioned. "bitches who tat together stay together"

"danielleeee how are you feeling your new ink?" jaime peeps from behind while looking at the fresh piece.

"um it feels so fucking good, the scar is barely visible anymore!" i tell jaime while looking at it.

"yup yup das right, but that doesnt mean you will or can dodge buying me booze" he winks at me, i mean, we had a deal.

"why is he insisting so bad?" jack laughs.

"hm..he's jaime.." i lie, i mean it was the deal, if i win jack again using jaime's tips i pay for jaime's alcohol.