|| 𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝗲 || 𝗧𝗼𝗺 𝗞𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇 ||
Best friends, ever since they were practically in the womb, both of their moms grew up together. After a couple of faulty marriages, they decided to move both families into one house. They spent their s...
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—NOVA POV—
We were now at a shop, that did piercings and tattoos on venice beach.
And since i'm the one who's eighteen, I have to sign both of their consent forms to get anything done. I felt, very accomplished.
Nate went first, getting the eyebrow piercing. Then we said fuck it, and had him get his nose pierced as well. It was small silver stud.
It was cute.
I was next in the chair. "Okay, what were you hoping to get?" The piercer, put on a pair of gloves. "First, could I get both sides of my nose?" I asked, kindly. "Anything else?"
"I was hoping for a tongue as well, i'm kind of scared for that though." I laughed a little, in embarrassment. "Oh, don't be." She waved me off, starting to clean both sides of my nose off.
I sucked in a large breath, looking at the needle. It felt like no time, before it was suddenly in through my nose. "How's it lookin?" I joked, glancing to Tom and Nate.
"You haven't even gotten the piercing in yet."
"It was a joke." I raised my brows at Tom's comment. The piercing lady, switched from the needle to a small silver diamond.
I liked it.
The other side went by just as quickly, not much pain. And now, she was stretching my tongue out and I was going to shit myself.
I'd say my pain tolerance, was pretty high. Yet, i'm still very scared. Tom allowed for Nate, to be the one to hold my hand.
Was it bad, I would've rather it'd been him?
"Hold my hand too, i'm scared." I made up a quick excuse, stretching my hand out for Tom.
He smiled, squeezing my hand. A wave of comfort washing over me, she placed the clamp back on my tongue. Talking me through it.
I saw the needle, i'm gonna actually shit. I wasn't scared of the nose, too much. I mean it did hurt, just not bad enough to cry.
But this was basically, an organ.
I screwed my eyes shut, waiting for the wave of pain. I suddenly opened them, midway. That was it? I thought it would've hurt more.
"All done." She screwed on the little silver ball. "Yay!" I stood up, looking at my new piercings in the mirror. "What do you guys think?"
"It looks really nice." Nate complimented, I turned to Tom. Waiting for his compliment.
His opinion mattered.
"Amazing, pfft you're like a rockstar now." He poked at the side of my stomach.
I smiled in content.
This was going to be my first tattoo, and it was going to be matching with Tom.
"Where do you want to get the tattoos?" I questioned him. "You just wanna do wrist?" He pointed, to his wrist.
"Sure." I had him sit in the chair first, watching intensely with Nate. We had already picked out the designs we wanted.
His was going to be my birthday. 8/26, with a mini can of red-bull, and mine was going to be his birthday, with a tiny guitar.
He loved playing the guitar, growing up.
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"We're tatted!" We quickly, payed for everything. Going outside of the shop.
The rest of the day had gone by smoothly, we got dinner at a fancy restaurant. Which honestly, was more awkward then I thought it would be.
The guy I like, and my best friend. Eh.
Anyways, then we got ice cream. Nate and Tom, came with me to the skatepark here. Allowing me to do whatever I wanted, for like two hours.
And now, I was laying in bed. Thinking over everything that had happened.
"Nova?" My mom knocked on my door, peeking her head in. "Mom!" I extended my arms, scooting over in bed.
"Just because i'm eighteen, doesn't mean nothing. You better get in." I pointed to the spot, she smiled at me. Getting under the covers.
"How was your birthday, squirt?" She pinched the bridge of my nose.
"It was good, so much fun." I smiled, continuing to think about today. She seemed like she wanted to say something, but was holding back.
I could see it on her face.
"Tell me." I crossed my arms.
"So Nate, you like him?" Ah, it was one of these talks. Okay, i'm fine with that.
"I'm going to be honest with you, and you will never tell anyone about this conversation." I laid in her arms, she nodded. Playing with some of my hair. "Yes, but it's complicated." I answered her previous question.
"What is?" She kept on asking her follow up questions. "Okay so yes, I like him. Although, I feel like i'm already getting bored. Like he's really sweet and all, and I appreciate what he got for me today. And how he treats me."
"But..." I trailed off.
"There's always a but." My mom laughed.
"I don't think he's anywhere close, to being the one. I just, don't want to lead him on. But, I do like him a lot. My feelings are complicated." I huffed out, with a deep sigh.
"Let me ask you this." She sat up, holding both my hands. I sat there, listening to what she was going to say. She was always right.
Mom's are always right, with their advice.
"If we were to take Tom, out of the factor. Would your feelings towards Nate, be different?"
Who's even talking about Tom right now?
"That's not the point, what are you talking about?" I said, a little too defensive.
"Ah, see I hit a nerve." She pointed an accusing finger at me. "Mom, I really don't know what you're talking about." I shrugged, it off.
"Nate doesn't have to be the one, sometimes you can just loosen up and have fun. He doesn't have to be serious, if you don't want him to be. You just have to tell him that." She advises.
"I don't think he's the one either." She shook her head. "What makes you say that?"
She knocked on the wall behind me.
"Yeah!?" Tom called out.
"That's why." She placed a kiss on my forehead, getting up. I watched her leave my room.
Leaving me with so many questions.
"Sorry, n-nothing!" I stuttered, speaking towards the wall. I've never felt more confused.
