Tyler's POV
"What are you thinking of getting?" I ask Luke.
"I'm not sure. I want to get one that means something to both of us." he replies.
"Guns." I say.
"What?" he asks.
"We should get gun tattoos." I repeat.
"Why? I thought you hated what I do." he says.
"I'm not fond of it but it's sort of how we met. It explains us." I explain to him.
"That's true. Where are you going to get it?" he asks.
"Um....maybe my hip." I reply.
"That sounds hot." Luke smirks at me.
He leans in a gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
"Are you ready to go?" he asks.
I nod my head and we walked to the car.
"Where are you going to get yours?" I ask him.
"Maybe on my hip too." he replies.
"Mhm sounds hot." I mimick him. "Does this mean you will be taking off your shirt more often?"
He laughs.
"You're cute." he tells me and kisses my temple.
We pull up to the tattoo parlor.
"You ready?" he asks.
I nod and he takes my hand and we walk in. I'm nervous. How much will it hurt?
"I change my mind. I don't want it on my hip." I say. "I want it on my forearm."
"I think I like that better. Then people can see that your mine and I'm yours." he says.
I smile up at him and he holds the door open for me.
"Hey can we get two tattoos today please?" Luke asks the girl at the front desk.
I feel so out of place here. There are so many people with tattoos and piercings. I don't fit in.
"Sure. What would you like?" she asks.
"We both want to get a gun on our right forearm." Luke answers.
"Ok. Follow me to the back room." she instructs.
She hands Luke and I a book of different designs.
"Which one do you like?" Luke asks me, and hands me the book.
"This one." I say pointing my finger to the picture.
"That's what I was thinking too." he says.
A man with A lot of tattoos and piercings walks into the room. He has intimidation written all over him. He's scary.
"Hello. My name is Patrick. What can I do for you guys?" he asks.
He doesn't sound scary.
"We would both like to get this tattoo on our right forearm." Luke answers.
"Sure. Who's first?" Patrick asks.
"Me." I instantly speak.
"Ok. Sit on the chair." He orders.
A few years and hand squeezes later my arm is done. Its Luke's turn.
"How does it feel?" Luke asks me.
"It hurts." I say.
"It will for a while." Patrick says.
Once Luke's arm is done he pays and we leave the tattoo parlor. The car is parked quite far up the street so it's a little bit of a walk.
"Tyler?" I hear.
Oh no. It can't be. Not that voice.
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Really short crappy chapter.
Their tattoo is the picture.
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