Please Don't Bite

Thirty-One

Camden's POV:
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I sat in the back of the shopping cart, squeaking when Angie put a bundle of white material down in my lap. I looked up to see her frantically looking for more.

"I want to give her a long train and make her look like an absolute princess but I'm worried that it would look like it's swallowing her because of her height." Angie huffed softly, checking the pattern on her phone again. "Maybe I can cut the train and just make her super sparkly..." She grabbed a small bundle of black fabric that Bosco had requested.

"She likes sparkles." I said and looked down at my own phone. It was almost time for our appointment at the tattoo parlor, and I was terrified. "Angie..."

Angie looked away from the fabric, tilting her head. "What's wrong, sugar? You nervous?" She ran a hand through my hair.

I nodded, trying my best not to tear up. I really didn't think this through enough. "You promise it won't hurt?"

"I promise, sugarcube. We're getting them on our arms because that's an area that doesn't hurt a whole lot." She leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "The girl who's done all my other tattoos is great. She's gonna make sure you're alright."

I nodded, biting my lip as she went back to looking through all the fabric options. The tattoos we were getting were beautiful, Maddy and Willow had designed them for us. Maddy had designed a key for Angie, and Willow had designed a lock for me. I looked at the pictures of the drawings in an effort to calm down, telling myself it would be worth it in the end.

Angie finished gathering the first round of material, and I hesitantly pulled myself up out of the shopping cart when it was time to leave. She held my hand in the one that wasn't occupied by bags full of white fabric, squeezing my hand. "Baby, I'm not forcing you to do this."

"I-I know..." I stuttered as we walked to Daya's van. "I want to do it. I promise, Angie."

I wasn't exactly lying. I did want to get the tattoos. I just didn't want to go through the process of getting them.

Angie didn't seem super convinced, but she did her best to distract me on the way there. She held my hand as she drove, singing quietly along to the song that was playing. I leaned against her arm, starting to shake.

I could feel Angie'e eyes on me. She sighed softly as she pulled into the parking lot and I felt her lips on the top of my head.

"If you get too scared, we're gonna wait to get them. Okay?" She asked.

I nodded a little, telling myself that it would be okay. Maybe if I didn't look at it while getting it it wouldn't be so bad. I followed Angie out of the van and held tightly onto her hand once more, nervously looking up at the sign of the tattoo parlor.

Angie pulled me inside, smiling when seeing her usual artist at the front. "Hey Kameron. You get the pictures I sent?"

The heavily tatted girl who I assumed was Kameron looked up, smiling and walking over. "I did. I might end up hiring your friends at some point after seeing those designs. Is this little lady with you Camden?"

Angie smiled and nodded, moving to the side when noticing I was trying to hide behind her. "This is her. She's a little nervous, it's her first tattoo."

"That's alright. Angie was just as nervous when she got her first one done." Kameron said as she led us to the back. I couldn't tell if she was serious or if she was just trying to make me feel better.

"How about this?" Kameron took a seat and pulled on a pair of gloves. "I can do Angie's tattoo first so you can see how it'll go. And then either I can do yours after or my girlfriend can start yours. That sound good?"