Just One Night

Chapter Two

Kaytlen's POV

We walk into the tattoo parkor and I go up to the front desk. 

"I have an appointment at 2:30," I say nervously. A tall, very attractive guy walks up to the front desk from the back. He started laughing. 

"You Kaytlen?" 

I gulp. I'm taking shallow breaths. I'm not a fan of needles. 

"Y..yeah," I manageto say.

He grabs my arm and leads Mogan nad I back to the room. Well, there is no going back now.

Mogan's POV

I look over at Kaytlen. She is laying face down on the chair with her eyes clenched shut. I remember getting my tattoo 6 months ago. The tattoo artist, who's name I learned is Drew, grabs the gun.

"I noticed you girls have an accent. You're not from Australia, are ya?" He was making conversation to distract Kaytlen. 

"No, actually," I started to say, "We are from America. The land of idiotic people." I attempted to say that with a straight face. I didn't succeed. 

"So you guys just visiting?" He smiled at me, and dipped the needle in the ink. 

"No, we moved here after we graduated highschool," I said thinking back to my pathetic school. Kaytlen suddenly spoke up.

"God I hated that school!They didn't ever care about us. That school was all about spo—-ow!! That really hurt!" 

Drew started smiling, but quickly apologized. "Sorry, beauty is pain."

—-

Almost two hours later, Kaytlen's tattoo was finished. Drew was putting the gel on it and then he covered it up with a bandage. He took us up to the front desk and got the receipt.

He grabbed a pen, scribbled something on the bottom of it, and handed it to Kaytlen.

I leaned over her shoulder and read it as she did. It had a phone number and the words "call me cutie xx". I looked at Kaytlen and winked. "Oooh you go girl."

We walked out of the shop and back to my car. "Hey, wanna go shopping and get new merch and then go get our nails done?"

"Yeah sure! Sounds like fun, then you can stay the night at my house. Except let's not break my bed like we did at your birthday party back in like 1st grade." 

I started laughing uncontrollably at the memory. Back in 1st grade I had a birthday party and everyone was jumping on my bed and it broke. I remember my parents were so mad at me.

—-

Kaytlen's POV

Mogan started her car and we headed to the mall. We plugged my phone in and turned on my music. End Of Here started to play. This was my favorite song.

"How did we end up talking in the first place! You said you liked my Cobain shirt!!"

Mogan and I were screaming the lyrics, and getting strange looks from cars driving past us. We pulled into the parking lot and parked. 

We decided against going to the mall because they have a 5SOS store here in Australia. We got out of the car and walked into the store. We've been here so many times that we know where everything is.

"Hey Mogan," I wanted to show her this super cute tank top, "Look at this!" The tank top said, 'Hi, you're looking at the future Mrs. Irwin." I am so getting this,

"Oh my, you have to get that! Do they have one about Michael?" We found one that said the same as my shirt, but instead of Mrs. Irwin, it was Mrs. Clifford.

We spent about two hours aimlessly walking around the giant story. I found a Calum Hood hoody that I am buying for my friend Sarah who now lives in England. 

"Mogan, let's go get out nails and our hair done!" We were getting our nails done with our boys' names on one hand, and "5SOS" on the other.

—- Four Hours Later—-

We just finished with our nails. My left hand says "5SOS" and my right said Ash with a heart. Mogan's is the same but her's said Mikey. We were on the way to the hair salon, I was just going to redye my hair a bit darker and Mogan was dipdying hers.

"What color are you gonna dye yours Mogan?" She had blonde hair, so anything would look amazing on her. 

"I was thinking like an electric blue." She smiled, right as we pulled into the hair salon. "Ready for this? I've never dyed my hair." I giggled.

"Don't worry, it's not that bad." I got out of the car with her and headed to the door.

Mogan took a deep breath and looked at me, "I swear to god. If they mess this up, I'm blaming it on you since it was your idea."