Fighter

Chapter 16: Tattoos

My P.O.V.

Monday Afternoon

Today, I didn't even know WHAT I wanted to do with myself. So I did the unbelievable.

"Jeff, I want a tattoo."

"Well of course you can get a pony!"

"Jeff."

"Zoey, I'm not going to get murdered by your dad over a tattoo."

"But I'm a big girl now! I can handle it!"

"You cried when the doctor gave you a shot!" Is he deadass smirking right now?!

"I want a tattoo, and you're not going to change my mind! Now, are we clear?" I may have been a little harsh, but you know what they say. Once you set off a firecracker, it'll burst into the biggest flames possible (I know it's not a saying. I tried, okay? Bear with me!).

"Yes ma'am."

"Ew."

"What?"

"Ma'am makes me feel old."

"HaHaHa," Jeff said, bursting out laughing.

"Are we going to the tattoo parlor or not?"

"Oh, yeah." I know he's trying not to laugh again. It's really obvious. He looks like an apple.

Skip to the tattoo parlor + Jeff's P.O.V.

Once we reached the tattoo parlor, I knew that Zoey would get along with one of the workers.

"Ready to meet my friend Shannon?"

"Yes SIR!" I swear her adorableness makes her look like an 8-year-old. It's too cute.

"Jeffrey!" I heard someone yell from the other side of parlor.

"Don't call me that," I instantly responded.

"Don't be a sour pussy," he said. I swear this guy is retarded. In a good way.

"It's 'don't be a sour puss.' Plus I came here to get a tattoo for a special someone."

"Jeff, if you came here for a tattoo, you don't have to say a spec-."

"Not me you dumbass. Zoey. Zoey, this is Shannon. Shannon, this is Zoey."

"Nice to meet you," they said at the same time. I looked at the top of Zoey's head, and sent her a thought. I THOUGHT THAT WAS OUR THING! I told her.

Zoey's P.O.V.

I THOUGHT THAT WAS OUR THING! Jeff told me. Suck it up, I responded. Back to Shannon, I THOUGHT THIS GUY WAS A GIRL! Shannon. The name just made me think it was a girl for a split millisecond. Well, you can't think that if someone is named Tyler, they're a boy (I have a friend named Tyler, and she's a girl).

We stood there awkwardly for what felt like hours. Shannon was basically eye-raping me, while Jeff was glaring at him. If looks could kill, Shannon would be out.

"So," I said, breaking the silence. "I was thinking about getting a compass on my left wrist (it's on the right arm, but I chose left)."

"Nice choice. Any colors?"

"The actual compass part is black, while North is red, East is blue, South is green, and West is purple."

"Good choice," Jeff said. Shannon gave him a look that said "I was gonna say that!"

We went over to the back of the room, where Shannon was getting out his stuff, and began to rub some stuff on my wrist. The minute I felt the needle in my arm, I swear I was going to hurt someone.

30 minutes later

"All done," Shannon said. He looked pleased with his work. Then I saw him look up a bit. I know he was staring directly at my boobs. Little shit. Well, he's a friendly little shit. An eye-raping little shit.

"Thanks Shannon. It's really cool."

"No problem. And don't bother paying. This one's on the house."

"Thanks dude." I gave him a hug, and when I pulled back, he had the biggest blush ever.

"Well, we'll see you around Shannon. Later man," Jeff said, breaking the awkward silence, while basically dragging me out the door.

"Thanks Shannon!" I yelled over my shoulder.

"No problem sweetheart," he yelled back.

Shannon can be so sweet... DID HE JUST SAY "SWEETHEART?"

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~❤AJ~