The Tattoo Shop (m.c)

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Andrea:

My fingers nervously tapped on the steering wheel as I headed to a tattoo shop that my friend had advised me to go.

Im 18, so I think its about time to get one.

As I drove past the green lights, I thought about what tattoo I would get.

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I was now stood outside the tattoo shop, my heart beating hard enough to be heard in my ears.

I placed my hand on the cold metal door handle and twisted it clockwise, soon stepping inside when I heard a click.

I looked around, seeing that it only had a few people.

I walked up to the counter, only to be greeted by a smiling lady with blue bubblegum colored hair who looked to be around in her 20's.

"Hi, came here to get a tattoo I suppose?" She asked me, her clear white teeth brightening her face as she spoke.

I simply nodded my head.

"Alright, wait until you get called." She spoke and pointed to a small ticket machine by the entrance of the shop.

I dragged myself there and pulled at the ticket machine, soon receiving my ticket and sitting down on a red leather sofa.

I looked down at my ticket to see the number "69" placed there.

I tried to fight back my smile as I bit my bottom lip.

As I did so, I felt someones eyes at me.

I ignored the stare for a while, but the person just wouldn't stop staring.

"Might as well take a picture, it lasts longer" I spoke harshly as I turned to my left to face a slime green haired boy who looked to be around the same age as me.

He looked back at me with wide grey eyes, then quickly broke eye contact with me.

I sighed and decided to apologize to the guy.

"The nerves are just getting to me" I told him, but he kept staring at the ground.

He didnt look like the kind of guy to come to a tattoo shop since he seemed to not have any.

I was snapped out of my observation by a call for number 69.

As I got up I heard a muffled laugh besides me. I turned around, shooting a glare at the laughing 18 year old.

I walked over to a small room where I was called, my heart beating fast.

I shaked my shoulders in circles as I walked into the small room in order to relax.

"Take a seat" I heard a manly voice in front of me say.

I looked up and saw a guy with long black hair and tattoo sleeved standing in front of me.

I nodded and sat down.

"So tell me, your coming to get your first tattoo eh?" The guy spoke, intertwining both of his hands together and placing them on the small grey table.

I nodded.

"What would you like to get tattooed?" The guy asked me.

"I would like to get a tattoo on my back of....." I spoke as I gulped before continuing. "of the following writing" I told the guy in front of me as I reached in my bag and grabbed a small white piece of paper and handed it to him.