disconnected ➸ [l.h]

eight

"Have you ever thought of getting a tattoo?" I look over at Luke. We were in the middle of town walking around, stopping every once and awhile to get food, shop or something else. "Where the hell did that come from?" I was taken back from his random question. "I don't know, Calum and Michael have a few. I've just been thinking about it." he shrugged.

I nod slowly, "One point I did, but than I remembered you're going to have it forever. So you're going have to choose carefully." Luke nodded, "But you have piercings." he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Yeah but those can close, and I can take them out." I pointed out. He nodded, "I thought of getting matching tattoos with my significant other." he smiled.

"I don't know if I should laugh at you getting a tattoo or the thought you just said significant other." I laugh. "Why would you laugh at me getting a tattoo?" he pouted. "Luke, you basically passed out when you got shots. I'm surprised you even got your lip pierced." I say looking over. "The only reason I didn't pass out was because Michael did it. I didn't want to look stupid." he snorted.

I smile, "That would've been hilarious." I dig my hands into the pocket of my jacket. Luke rolled his eyes elbowing my side. Even though Luke grown at least two feet, I also grown. I have to say Luke is a bit over six feet, but since I was around five nine I wasn't so short compared to Luke. I came up to just his chin, so it wasn't too bad.

 Luke's phone started ringing and he stopped, I stopped next to him as he answered it. "Sup Mike?" I mentally roll my eyes. Was Luke thinking I was clingy or Michael? "I'm kind of busy." Luke shrugged. I hear Michael arguing about something, "Can't you wait for your break?" Luke sighed. "Okay, okay. Give me ten minutes, just down the block." Luke pulled his phone away from his saar hanging up shoving it back his pocket.

"Mind making a little stop?" he smiled lightly. "And what will this stop be?" I ask as he looked both ways before grabbing my wrist gently pulling me across the street. "I have to grab something for Michael than drop it off at his work." he dropped my wrist as he walked into a small café. I followed him in and he got in line, "What does he do?" I ask. Besides being a complete annoying dick. But I decided not to say that.

"Tattoo artist." Luke shrugged. I didn't trust Michael period, I would never trust him enough to ink me. Why would anyone trust him that much? Luke did get his lip pierced by him but they are friends.

"Do you want anything?" Luke asked as we reached first in line, I shake my head. I was still full from breakfast. He nodded before ordering for Michael, after a few minutes Luke paid and was handed a bag filled with the food.

We left the café and continued down the street, I check my phone seeing it was now three. I've spent most of my day with Luke, and it was surprisingly not that bad.

When we reached the tattoo place Luke opened the door for me, I walk in and he followed after. "Back room." the guy at the desk said. Luke nodded and took my wrist as he lead me to the back, few people said hi to Luke while they just smiled at me. When we reach the door, Luke gives me a small smile dropping my worst before walking in.

"Finally wha- oh hello." he smirked standing up from the couch. Luke handed Michael the bag filled with his food. Michael opened the bag before nodding, "Wait a minute, you ditch me for each other?" Michael pouted. "I generally just ditch you period." I shrug smiling. Michael glared at me before sitting down on the black chair across from the couch.

 He leaned forward putting the bag on the table, Luke walked over sitting on the couch. I hesitantly follow him sitting next to him. "I thought you  wanted to stand ten feet away?" Michael asked. "Touch me, I'll kill you." I say simply. Michael rolls his eyes, "Joy, now what happened with Kenzie? She came by earlier today, clearly pissed off. She basically ripped Kevin away from a client, before dragging him in here." Michael said.