𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒔- 𝑺.𝑺

𝑻𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐

The three of them stood in the tattoo shop as Scott sat in the chair. Reyna looked at Stiles picking some stuff up.

"Stop it," she said, slapping his hand,

"Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture,"

"Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this?" said Stiles, holding up a lizard

"Too soon?"

"Just a bit," said Reyna,

"I don't know, man, are you sure about this? I mean these things are pretty permanent, you know?"

"I'm not changing my mind,"

"Okay, but why two bands?" asked the girl,

"I just like it,"

"But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?"

"Getting a tattoo means something,"

"I don't think that..."

"He's right, tattooing goes back thousands of years, the tahitian word 'tatua' mean 'to leave a mark,' like a rite of passage," said the man,

"Yeah, you see? He gets it,"

"He's covered in tattoos, Scott, literally," said Reyna,

"Okay, you ready?"

He nodded,

"You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"

"Nope,"

It started to buzz,

"I tend to get a little squeamish though, so..."

Stiles looked over and mumbled something before passing out. Reyna and Scott looked at each other, bursting into laughter. 

🖤

They got into the jeep,

"You okay?" asked Reyna,

"God no, my head is pounding," replied Stiles

She gave him a look,

"You were asking him," he said sheepishly,

"How is your head Stiles?"

"It hurts,"

She looked at Scott,

"It kind of burns,"

"Yes, you just had your skin stabbed about 100,000 times with a needle,"

"Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this,"

He straightened up and groaned,

"Oh god, no, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this, I gotta take this thing off,"

"No, no, no, no, Scott, Scott, please stop," said Stiles,

He took it off and it faded,

"No, no, come on,"

It completely vanished,

"It healed,"

"Thank god I hated it," said Stiles,

Reyna hit him around the head,

"Hey! At least I said I liked your hair after sitting in the salon for 3 hours with you,"

🖤

They set off, with Scott still upset about his arm.

"Nah, we agreed to give each other the summer, no texts, no calls,"