What If It Was Like This

Chapter 6 - Sheena

((Yup. I'm doing Sheena's POV again. I have my reasons. Wait and see! (: ))

Sheena sighed as she drove the three down the road, still a little ways from school. When they reached a stop light in the middle of town, Sheena looked out the window, not noticing the small conversation about mother her siblings were having, but instead looking at the tattoo shop nearby. She had wanted a tattoo since she turned 18, which was only a few months ago, but her mom didn't have the time or money, though Elise did have some tattoos herself.
In that second, Sheena thought, screw it, I have the money, and drove over to the tattoo shop, parking out front.
The two younger teenagers looked at her in confusion. "We're playing hookie. I want a tattoo. I'll give you money and you can go spend it on stuff. Let me handle school," she said, rummaging through her purse for $50.
"You sure? Is your Mom voice as good as it used to be?" Alyssa asked nervously.
"Yeah. I'm sure. Now go," Sheena said, shoving the money at them.
Alyssa rolled her eyes and scooted out of the car. Charles sighed and took the money. He started to scooted out of the car after Alyssa, but stopped for a moment to turn to Sheena to say, "If we get in trouble, you take all of the blame." before getting out of the car.
Sheena mumbled some things about them being ungrateful before calling the high school and using her mom voice to get them all excused from the school day. When she finished, she grabbed her purse and rummaged through it again until she found a neatly folded piece of sketch paper. She put her purse over her shoulder and hopped out of the car, the paper still in her hand. Sheena took a deep breath and walked into the shop. She smiled as she walked in, suddenly extremely excited. She took a deep breath as she looked around, the well-lit shop smelling of ink and the walls covered in sketched and pictures of tattoos.
Sheena was so involved in looking at the shop that she hadn't noticed someone walk up to her.
"Hello? You here for a tattoo, or did you get this shop confused with a museum?" A man asked, making Sheena jump in surprise. She looked at him, trying not to make it obvious she was checking him out. He was a particularly attractive guy, kind of like models for perfumes in magazines, who looked about 23 with messy brown hair, a tight white tank top that outlines his abs and an unbuttoned short-sleeved collared shirt on that showed the tattoos on his arms, a few random necklaces on, and black skinny jeans with holes on the knees. Sheena was surprised to see such a great looking guy in such a small town, and even more surprised she hadn't noticed him before.
She must have been staring longer than she realized because the guy chuckled and waved his hand in front of her face as he said, "Hey? You ok? Do you like what you see, or are you just zoning out?"
Sheena blinked rapidly and blushed as she stuttered, "I, um, I w-was just, uh-"
He laughed and shook his head, cutting her off. "Don't worry about it. I'm new here and it's nice to get some attention. I'm Francis David, but most people call me Franko or Dave."
Sheena nodded and tried to stop blushing, though it didn't work. "I'm Sheena. People call me Sheena. You said you're new in town?"
He nodded and pursed his lips. "Yeah. My cousins lived here for a little bit and said they liked it, and I wanted to get away from New York, so I decided to come here. I was already a tattoo artist when I arrived a few months back, which is, I assume, why you're here?"
Sheena nodded and smiled. "Yup. 18 years old and I want my first tattoo," she said excitedly.
Francis chuckled again and nodded. "Ah, I see. I'm 20 and pretty experienced, so you don't need to worry about anything," he said and winked, making Sheena blush even more. "So do you have a tattoo idea?" He asked and walked to the counter.
Sheena nodded and followed him quickly, unfolding the piece of paper, which had an intricate skull with roses coming out of it drawn on the paper, and setting it on the counter for him to see. "Yeah. I've wanted it since I was 14."
He nodded and looked at it. "That's cool," he said and told her how much it would cost. Sheena nodded and quickly took the money out of her wallet and handed it to him.
A few hours later, the tattoo was finished, and she admired it in the mirror, staring at the beautifully colorful skull and roses on her left hip. "You did an amazing job," Sheena complimented Francis.
He smiled in the mirror at her and nodded. "Thanks. I told you I'm experienced. Plus, you were a super easy customer."
She laughed softly and nodded, letting her shirt fall back down and cover most of the new tattoo. "Yeah. You're right,"
She said and turned to him.
"You want a piercing, while you're here? A nose piercing would look awesome," Franco said, leaning on the counter.
Sheena shook her head and crossed her arms over her thin torso. "Nah, I think a tattoo is good for today."
"Aww why not? I think it'd be cool," he said, obviously trying to convince her to spend more money.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I told you, I'm ok."
He sighed and nodded. "Then take this," he said and took the piece of paper she brought in and a pencil out, quickly scribbling a number onto the back of the paper. He handed it back to her with a smile and said, "Call me sometime, Twig." With that, he walked into the employees only room to leave Sheena in shock.
She quickly walked out after a few minutes of standing there with her mouth wide in surprise. When she hopped in her car and shut the door, she screamed in happiness. After she finally calmed down, she started the car, and drove around town looked for her siblings.

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If you were wondering, the picture of Dave Franco is what Francis David looks like (see the inspiration?) upon request from the girl Sheena is based on.