Ink & Intrigue -jaden hossler

Chapter Twenty-Five: night to remember

Londen's POV

The days were starting to blend together as we continued our whirlwind tour. The cities changed, the venues were always different, but one thing remained constant—Jaden’s energy. Whether we were backstage, on the bus, or in a hotel room, he was always creating, always working, and always inspiring me. I couldn’t believe how much he had grown in just the short time we’d been on this tour. He was no longer the guy I met a few months ago, unsure of himself and a little distant. He was confident, driven, and ready to take on the world.

That night, however, was something entirely different.

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We were on the bus, heading to the next city for another show, when Jaden turned to me, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Hey, Londy,” he said, his voice teasing. “What do you think of getting inked?”

I raised an eyebrow, unsure if I heard him correctly. “Getting inked? Now?”

He chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction. “Yeah, why not? We’re always on the road, always moving, but I thought… why not get something that’ll remind us of this tour?”

I couldn’t help but smile. I knew how much tattoos meant to Jaden, but I never expected him to suggest one for me. “I don’t know. What would I even get?”

He shrugged playfully. “We’ll figure it out together. Something that reminds us of… well, this. Of us.”

I stared at him for a moment, my heart fluttering. I had never been one to make impulsive decisions, but there was something about the idea of getting a tattoo while on tour, with Jaden by my side, that felt perfect.

“Alright, let’s do it,” I said, feeling the weight of the moment settle over me.

Jaden’s eyes lit up. “Really? You’re in?”

“Yeah,” I replied, nodding. “Let’s do it.”

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It didn’t take long for the tattoo artist to set up on the bus. The cramped space wasn’t ideal, but it was cozy in its own way. Jaden had a few ideas in mind already, but he wanted it to be something meaningful for both of us. After some brainstorming, we decided on a simple but powerful design: two intertwined hearts, representing the bond we had forged, with the date of our first show together etched below them.

As the needle buzzed to life, I felt a strange calm wash over me. The pain was bearable, the process strangely meditative. Jaden sat next to me, watching closely, his fingers gently brushing against mine every now and then.

“You sure you want this, Londy?” he asked, his voice soft. “Once it’s on, it’s on forever.”

I smiled at him, the hum of the tattoo machine almost comforting now. “I’m sure. This is just… this moment, you know? I want to remember it.”

He grinned, squeezing my hand. “Me too.”

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By the time the tattoo was finished, I was left with a small but meaningful reminder of this chapter in my life. Jaden was already talking about ideas for his next tattoo, his fingers absentmindedly tracing over the ink on his own arm. I couldn't help but feel a little giddy, knowing that this mark on my skin would always be a reminder of our journey together.

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That night, Jaden had something special planned for his show. He had been hinting at it for days, telling me that there was something he wanted to do for me on stage, but he wouldn’t give me any details.