Consequences ~Justin Foley

Rumours

"You ready?"
Zach asks me as I stared at the needle ready to go into my wrist.
I'm doing it. I'm getting my first tattoo.
And probably not my last.

"Fuck no. I'm shit scared!" I squealed and the tattoo Artist lets out a laugh. And I shoot him a glare back. Really does my pain amuse him?!

"Why are you laughing at me your supposed to be supportive."

"Ignore her please. She's just a bit of a bitch all the time." Zach decides to excuse my behaviour for me and I look to him creasing my eyes as I shoot him a glare.

"its fine there's a lot more worse that comes in." the tattoo artist replies continuing to look amused as he sets up the machine.

"Did Clay really pass out whilst getting his?"

Zach mentions the more worse situation and I realise no one could be as worse as Clays comma, he actually manage to half arse a tattoo.

"Yeah, he got a comma." I sniggered and I was waiting for the buzzing to start and the pain to begin.

"You afraid of needles?" Am I afraid? No I've seen needles growing up my entire life. Needles filled with all sorts of drugs not even injected by doctors.

"No but I am scared of pain." I reasoned and Zach just laughed at me. I'm glad he finds my terror amusing.

"So out of everyone you called me to come with you?" Zach questions still surprised why the hell he was even an option to even call.

But I see the way he's been there for Alex, and sometimes I feel like Zach is probably the loneliest person out of all of us.

"Well Clays always with Skye. Alex is in therapy. Jess is busy but I think she's having a bad day. Tony is...well I cant talk about that." Tony is on probation. I'm also not supposed to mention to anyone why Tony is on probation.

"So I'm your Last Option?" Zach asked me and I nodded.

"Pretty much." I concluded and I felt the piercing sensation as the needles enters my wrist.

"But I figured you needed someone to hang out with too," I wince a little not used to the normal sensation of a constant needle stabbing my wrist.
"Wanted to dive into the mind of Zachary Dempsey."

"Yeah well it's pretty sad in there."
His smile drops as I see him no longer look at me as he stares of into the distance.

"Yeah? Well, sad mind meet fucked up mind."

I try my best to turn the conversation positive as I reach out my hand waiting for him to shake it and I successfully manage to amuse him.

"The tattoo for a friend?" The tattoo artist decides to join the conversation.
And I nod now gripping onto my chair tightly squinting my eyes away. But it honestly isn't as half as bad as I thought.

"Yeah, five months ago she ended her life." I wince a little and he looked up at me in sympathy whilst still sticking needles in my wrists.

"Sorry for your loss." He mumbled and I just nodded along focusing more on the pain.

"Yeah, yeah just Look down at my wrist so you don't mess up please." I scold at him whilst grabbing tightly onto the chair still as harshly as I could my nerves now taking over me.

"Here Grab onto my hand." Zach offered holding out his hand and I raised my brow at him surprised.
"In a non-romantic way. Don't worry I don't have a crush on you anymore." Zach rolled his eyes at me as he scoffs not even giving me a chance before he grabs onto my hand, I happily take it as this is now my chance to try squeeze his bones until they break.