We'll Be Each Other's Saviours

Chapter Twenty-Two

It was three hours before the tattoo was finished and I was eager to see how it had turned out.

Kat patted me on the knee. "Alright, you're all done. Do you wanna see it?"

I nodded and she handed me a mirror. "Oh my god, Kat. It's amazing. Thank you so much!" I jumped up from the chair and hugged her. She laughed and hugged me back. I pulled away after a few seconds.

"What do you think, babe?" I asked, turning to Andy. He smiled and pulled out his phone, taking a picture of it.

"It's sick," he replied.

"Don't post that to Twitter or anything yet. I want to show the guys first." He nodded and we finished up our short interviews for LA Ink before heading over to the hair dresser.

About half way there Andy and I got stopped by three girls. Andy kindly took pictures with them and signed their phone cases. I stood quietly to the side, not expecting them to take notice of me.

"Can we get a picture with you too?" One of the girls asked.

I was shocked but nodded quickly, taking her phone and snapping a selfie with them, Andy holding up his hand in a peace sign in the background.

They hugged us both and then went on their way. "I didn't think they would care about me," I mentioned, taking Andy's hand in my own.

"How could they not care about someone like you?" He asked, bringing our hands up and kissing mine. I smiled and blushed, looking down at my feet.

Just as we were about to step into the hair salon, I stopped and turned to Andy, dropping his hand. "I don't know if I want to do this anymore," I confessed, looking anywhere but his eyes.

"Are you sure? Maybe you're just having second thoughts about how you want it dyed."

"I don't know..." He put his finger under my chin and made me look him in the eyes.

"If you're not sure, then don't. It's better to wait and make sure you know what you want then to get it dyed now and hate yourself for it later."

I was growing angry with myself. Why did I always have this problem? I was never good with these types of commitments. I thought hard for a minute and then made a decision.

I grabbed Andy's hand again and practically dragged him into the salon. I heard him laughing under his breath at my sudden change in attitude but I ignored him, rushing up to the front desk before I could change my mind.

The lady sitting behind the counter looked up at me with wide eyes but then seemed to regain herself. "Hi, welcome to Professional Styles. How can I help you?" I could hear her voice trembling and I immediately felt bad for giving her a scare.

"Hi, I'm here for a dye job."

"Ok, what would you like done?"

"I want a full bleach and then ombré. Dark gold from the roots to about a third of the way down, fade into dark orange on the second third, and then into dark red the rest of the way." I smiled at the confidence in my voice.

"Wow, I've never done that before. It'll take about two and a half hours though." My eyes grew wide and I turned to Andy.

"You better call the guys and tell them that they can leave. It's gonna be a while."

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About and hour later my hair was bleach blonde. The lady, who's name was Emily, had had to bleach it twice because of my black hair and to say that my hair was angry was an understatement.