Our week in Paris.

The visitor.

  ~Lexi's P.O.V~

        "What's wrong, someone frightened?" I teased her. Angel looked scared. Her face a was very pale, her mouth made a little "o" shape. She was shocked. And I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad.

        "Are you nuts?!" She looked bewildered. 

        "Hey, I thought you were supposed to be the risk-taker here! Come on, Baby Cakes. We can get matching ones! You only live once! Like these american's say, 'Y.O.L.O' ! " I laughed and she giggled too, before returning the serious face.

        "Lex, our mothers would kill us!" I couldn't believe she was being a chicken! She was always one up for excitement and risks and such. Why was she scared now?

        "Angel, they won't see it! We'll get it on our hip or something where they can't see it. It's not like we go swimming up in Detroit any-who  They'll never find out." I could see her mentally deciding wether or not to do this. Finally she sighed, and rolled her eyes.

        "Your crazy, let's do this." 

        "Oh yes, the doctors are testing me. I think I've gone mad!" I fanned my cheek and acted surprised. She laughed at my silliness as she walked toward me to the front counter where a heavy set biker-looking bloke, tall, and tatted up, with a beard stood. 

        "Okay, first." He took a deep breath and picked up a book with thousands of loose papers shoved inside it and scooted it infront of us, setting ontop a paper where we had to sign our names. "Are we over sixteen?" He looked us up and down. I reached in my purse and took out my wallet, finding my licence. I held it up to him. 

        "Seventeen." I said loud and proud. 

        "And British at that." His french accent was quite a constrast to my British one and I just smiled. 

        "Yes, yes we are." I smiled while linking my arm through Angel's and signed the paper before Angel did. He opened the black book and let us thumb through the pages, finding the tattoo we wanted. 

        Angel and I decided to get little black infinity signs on our waist. Matching ones. This would be a permanent symbol of our friendship. And I wanted, I wanted to have permanent marking to show that I was her best friend, and she was mine.

        ~Angel's P.O.V~

        We sat in black leather seats, on our backs. The seats were reclined back all the way and we had to pull down our pants a bit to see the spot where we wanted the tattoo. My palms sweated as the tattoo artist wiped the spot on my skin with alcohol. It was awkward, having a guy do it. I sat there and looked at Lexi, she didn't look nervous at all. How?! She looked over at me, the guy had already started doing her tattoo. She grimanced with pain but still forced a smile. I reached out and grabbed her hand. She squeezed pretty hard. I was so scared, but when I looked down to see if the man had started mine yet, he had. I didn't even feel it. There were a couple spots that stung, but it wasn't as bad as everyone says, especially when you have your best friend there to hold your hand.

        It was over before I knew it. They taped plastic to the spot and gave ointment to apply onto it. Angel payed for our new addition to our bodies, she said since she kind of forced me. She had such manners, that girl.

        By the time we got back to the hotel It was four thirty. We were only a tad late, and we didn't get in much trouble for it. We got dinner around five and returned back to our room. We were sitting on our laptops, I was scrolling through newsfeed on my Facebook, and Lex was putting on some songs from YouTube. I heard someone knocking on the door. 

        "It's open!" Lex shouted from her upside down position on a chair. She shouldn't just say come in. It could be anyone. Like a rapist or-

        "Um, hey. Can I talk to you Angel?" The accent. I twirled around in the rolly chair I was propped in, and I saw him. Like I saw him in the theater, like I saw him in the stairwell, like I saw him next to me on the plane. He had his beanie in his hands, clutching it like you would at a funeral. His brown hair was swept to the side. His green eyes pleading. He was adorable, but I couldn't look at him the same after what happened.

        "Please?" He said again taking a step toward me.