Wildflowers

Chapter 9- My Alex

Alexandra June 29th

This is the day I have been waiting for, with anxiety at the pit of my stomach and excitement in my heart, I'm heading down the street, with a destination in mind.

I have thinking about it for a quite some time now. This feels like a new step for me, in life, in doing something for me.

This is either gonna go so wrong or it's gonna be one of my best decisions yet.

Looking down at my phone I see that I have twenty minutes until my appointment. The door to my left flies open and the person coming out bumps into me.

"Watch where you're goin-" he stops in middle of his sentence, looking at me. "Alex?" the person speaks up, "Hi"

A  very familiar brunette with very blue eyes, some tall dude I've seen around.

Myles.

"Hey," I answer. I don't know how to talk to him. Is he mad? Does he still wanna associate with me. Are we good?

"You good?" Myles asks.

"Yeah, why?"

"You look a little pale" I'm a white person what can I say?

"Maybe," I say, "I got to go now-" I start walking away in case I'm holding him up.

"Where are you going?" Myles ask, grabbing my arm to stop me from moving, his eyebrows furrowed.

"We're good right?" I ask, not answering his question.

I just wanna make sure where we stand. I can explain about what went on last night if he wants me to, "You know, about yesterday?"

"We're okay, Alex." He says, giving me a smile that seems a little forced, "We're absolutely okay, don't worry about it."

"I can explain, if you want-" I start, feeling ashamed.

I hate that everything he had to see. I hate everything that happened.

"You don't have to right now, we can talk about it later"

"Yeah" I nod. Maybe it's a good idea to give him some white lie. Maybe just never talk about it at all.

"Where are you headed to?"

That question puts a nervous smile to my face. "Tattoo shop." I rise my eyebrows.

"You're getting a tattoo?" He grins at me, I don't let him continue,

"I am, Myles. Wanna come with me?" I say, raising my arm to my side, to where I'm heading.

"You don't have to ask, Al" Myles says, grabbing me by the shoulder and turning me so we start walking ahead to tattoo shop.

"You don't have anywhere to be?" I ask. If he did, it wasn't any important to him to cancel it and join me instead.

"Nah" That tells me that he is lying. "You know what you wanna get yet?"

"I have something in mind" I do, it's something very important to me, close to heart.

We don't say anything while we walk there and when we walk in the door.

"Want me to hold your hand?" Myles asks, sitting down on a stool beside me.

"I think I'll be fine" I answer. The tattoo is gonna be on my forearm, I don't think it's gonna be necessary  for him to hold my other hard.

Myles nods and the artist gets to work. The needle into my arm feels uncomfortable, but I like pain.

Pain reminds us that we are alive, and that we can feel, we have feelings. Even if it's physical.