Chaos (Colby Brock)

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I felt the nerves starting to build up as we drove to the tattoo parlor.

I knew I wanted to get a tattoo but the idea that it was actually happening made me so nervous.

"You're quiet." Colby said as I nodded. "Nervous." I said with a sigh. "Do you not want to do this?" He asked as I shook my head.

"I want to do this. I just don't want it to hurt." I said causing him to laugh.

"Babe, you've literally been stabbed. Also you've broken your leg, I don't think that a tattoo will hurt too much." Colby said and squeezed my thigh.

"You never know." I said and looked out the window.

"What are you gonna get?" He asked as I shrugged. "I haven't decided yet." I said with a sigh.

"Hmmm..well do you have any ideas?" He asked as I giggled.

"I want it to be a surprise." I said then smiled. "For you or for me?" He asked causing me to laugh.

"For you! I would never get a surprise tattoo for myself." I said as he pulled into the parking lot of the tattoo parlor.

"Right, you're not a bad ass." Colby said with a laugh. "I am too!" I gasped. "Right." He said then parked the car.

"Then you won't be scared, right?" He asked and looked over at me. "Nope. I'm excited." I said then got out of the car.

I looked up at the building, feeling the butterflies dancing in my chest.

I didn't want to be nervous because I had to prove to Colby that I was a badass but I couldn't help it.

This was something I didn't know if I could handle.

"Hey, can I help you guys?" The burly man behind the counter said. "My girl here wants a tattoo today." Colby said with a grin. "I called earlier and someone said there was room for her." He explained.

"Ah, yeah man. Patrick should be open for you. That okay, little lady?" He asked and looked at me.

"Works for me." I said with a shrug. "Perfect. Come with me." The man said then led the way.

"Nervous, sweetheart?" Colby asked as I shook my head. "Nope. Calm as a cucumber." I lied, pushing down the feelings I was feeling.

"Okay." Colby said, clearly not believing a single word I said.

"Yo, Patrick!" The man who was escorting us said as he opened the door to a little room.

"Sup, man?" A guy, who I would assume was Patrick, said. "This is the guy I was telling you about. His girlfriend wants a tattoo." The burly man from up front said.

"Oh, sick. How are you doing?" Patrick asked and held his hand up. "Good." I said with a small nod.

"That's good. What are you thinking about getting?" He asked and pulled out an iPad while the other guy left the room.

"I think I want a couple small ones. The letters J, C, S, and J." I said and lifted my shirt, showing my rib cage. "Those here..and then.." I said and looked at my wrist.

"I want a rose on my wrist." I said with a nod. I knew that when I saw Colby's bleeding rose tattoo that I wanted a rose on me too.

It wasn't a good idea to get a matching tattoo with your significant other or even worse, get their name tattooed on you.

I wanted a piece of Colby with me at all times though.

"How big are we thinking?" Patrick asked as he gestured towards the chair for me to sit down.