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𝙔/𝙉'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑

I'm fucking done.

It's been about a week since I confessed why I smoke, and B/N made me quit. Obviously. Anyways, the withdrawals suck. I've been getting non stop headaches which are making me wanna kill myself. (𝘼/𝙉: 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨)

And right now, I'm feeling kinda like an edgy teen.

Well, I already am, but you know what I mean.

So the only logical answer is either dyeing my hair or getting a piercing. And I don't feel like dyeing my hair because that is WAY too much work. So I'm getting a piercing. I saw an ad for this really good place which is only about half an hour away, I think. So I'm gonna take the bus there.

I grab my jacket and hoist my tote bag over my shoulder. "Y/N, where are you going?" B/N asks after seeing me near the front door.

"Getting a piercing." I reply, not really in the mood to talk. "What? You can't get a piercing, dad's gonna kill you!" He panics, raising his hands up to grab at his hair. I grab his wrists gently to pull his hands away from his H/C locks.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, B/N. It's not gonna be one of those huge septum piercings that make people look like a bull. It's just a labret." I roll my E/C eyes at my dramatic brother.

"Okay well- Um- You'll still get in trouble!" He stutters. He grabs his jacket as well. "What are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm coming with you." I furrow my eyebrows. "No you're not." I command, raising my voice just a little. He gives me puppy dog eyes. I sigh. "Fine." I groan, grabbing my keys.

B/N cheers happily. "Cmon, let's go." I open the door, stepping outside and he does too. We walk to the nearest bus station, getting on the right bus.

••• ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴋɪᴘ ᴄᴜᴢ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀs ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ •••
(𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 😔😔)

We walk into the shop, and the familiar ringing of a bell echoes through the air. What I wasn't really expecting was a bald guy decked out in piercings and tattoos. To be completely honest, he looked so fuckin' cool.

"Hey. You have an appointment?" He asks. "Nope." I shake my head, H/C strands brushing against my shoulders. He hums while leaning against the counter. "Where're your parents? Do they know your here?" He questions; definitely suspicious at the lack of adult supervision.