Heartache

Chapter 2

"It's not gonna hurt wimp" Maya laughed. We were at Tyler's Tats and Piercings at the local mall. Maya had convinced me to get a lip ring like her. "Promise"I said sticking out my lower lip in a pout. She nodded her head laughing. "I'm Dean (A/N: Dean lol I'm not basing him on Dean Winchester but that's is where the name come from.) I'll be putting a hole in your lip" a guy said walking in the small room. He was hot. He had purple hair spiked up and piercing grey eyes (no pun intended). I just stared at him. Maya rolled her eyes. "I'm Reagan" I said in awe of his beauty. He smiled. God that smiled. "Okay you're gonna feel a pitch alright" he smirked. I nodded. I felt nervous. He rubbed my hand. "You'll be fine" he smiled. The small act of tenderness reminded me of Shawn, my ex.
Flashback:
Shawn pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. "You're so pretty when you are nervous." he smiled. I was about to compete in a cheer competition. "I'm not good enough" I said. " Reagan you are the best of the best. Just breath and you'll do perfect okay" he said. I nodded still nervous. He grabbed my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. He pulled away. His green eyes stared into my blue ones. "Babe I believe in you okay will be great and remember I'm waiting for you right here when you're done." he smiled.
"Done" Dean said. He handed me a mirror. The purple lip ring looks nice. "Purple is a nice color on you." Dean smiled. "Thanks" I said. Maya rolled her eyes. " Do you like her or not God." Maya smirked. I blushed pink. "A little' he said. I blushed again. "Well give her your number idiot" Maya said. "Maya" I said. She laughed. He smirk at her and took a piece of paper and pen jotted something down. Then he handed it to me. He smirked and left. The paper said Dean Connor 570-342-4847. (A/N: Not a real number I hope. ) "Wow" I said. "Well Come on" Maya said.

At the Food Court:
"So you gonna text him" Maya smirked. "Its only been two hours give it time" I said. She rolled her eyes biting into her turkey sub from Subway. I bite into my taco from Taco Bell. I glanced at my watch. It was 11:45. "Yo, Finn's opens in fifteen minutes." I said. Finn's was the best Tattoo shop in town. They did all Maya's tats. "Come on I can get us in fifteen minutes early. " Maya said eyes bright. I nodded finished my taco, grabbed my Coke and left.

At Finn's:
Maya tapped three times on the glass. The curtain moved a little. Then she tapped six times. The curtain moved again. Then the door opened. "Maya my favorite customer" a tall man said covered in tattoos. "Logan" she smiled. "And who is this fresh little face" he smiled at me. "I'm Reagan" I said. He smiled. "Ah so this your Reagan." Logan smiled. Maya nodded smiling. " Well come on in" Logan smiled. He opened the door and we walked in. I was hit with the scent of ink and rubbing alcohol. "So which one of you is going first" he said. "Me cause she is a chicken shit." Maya said pointing to me. I rolled my eyes but she was right. "Alright Maya what do you want." Logan asked. "The lyrics to James Dean and Audrey Hepburn by Sleeping With Sirens. I have the part right here" Maya said pulling out a piece of paper. The paper said "Can't promise things won't be broken, but I'll swear I'll never leave" "Great song and great part. Where do you want it" Logan said."My fore arm" Maya said pointed to her right fore arm. He nodded when a tall lanky boy walked in threw the back. "Lucas, you are just in time for a client." Logan smiled. Lucas nodded and took Maya's paper from Logan. "No, not her. I want my favorite client you get her friend." Logan smiled pointing to me. "What" I said panic rushing threw my body. "He's gotta gentle touch won't even feel the tattoo." Maya smirked. I was shaking. Logan took Maya's hand and they left. "You're Reagan" a voice said. "What" I said turning my head. "You're Regan. You dated that football player" he said. "Yeah" I said. "You've changed I like it "he winked. I rolled my eyes. "So what tattoo are you getting." He said. I pulled my sheet of paper. It had a music note heartbeat on it and the quotes "Music is my heartbeat, the air I breath, the blood in my veins, the thoughts on my brain and the reason I'm alive" I handed him the paper and looked at the floor. "Nice, come with me" he said. I followed him to a grey room. I took a sit on the red chair. "Okay where would you like it" he said. I showed my right forearm. "Okay I'll be right back. I just have to draw it up." he said. I nodded and left. After a few minutes of the calm before the pain I knew would becoming. He enters the room with some papers. "Okay, have two versions here" Lucas said handing me the papers. The first was punk with jagged looking letters and a jagged heart. It was okay. The second one was smooth. The lettering was cursive and the heart was smooth in this one head added headphones and a iPod. I liked the second one. "The second one." I said pointing. "Okay black and white or color." He asked. "Black and white." I said. He nodded and pulled a tray of ink over to us."Can you take off your bracelets" he asked. Fuck know he was going to see my scars. I stared at my wrist. I sighed and took them. He took them and placed them on the table. I looked down at my wrist. I bite my lip. He traced them with his fingers. Tears filled my eyes. He looked up. "Shh don't cry. I've got battle scars too" he smiled he showed me his wrist. I moved a few bracelets and saw scars, new and old, on his wrist. I wiped the tears from eyes and let him work. "So you love music" he said. "Yeah" I nodded. "Music helped me in my hard days too and still does." He said. "Music is they only way I got over my mom dying" I said. I bite my lip I hated telling people that. "I'm sorry for your loss. I lost my brother three years ago. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to deal with." He said. I saw a look of sadness cover his face. "How old was he" I asked. "My age we were twins" he said. "He committed suicide." "I'm sorry for you loss" I said. "Thanks" he said. "Music really helps people huh. I never thought I'd stop crying." He smiled weakly.

"Well I'm done" he said. I looked down at the tattoo. It was beautiful. "I love it. Thank you" I said tracing the ink on my arm. He chuckled. "You're welcome" he said. I suddenly had confidence. "Hey do have a phone" I said. He nodded. "Can I  have your number. Just as s friend." I said. "Yeah" he said and took a piece of paper and wrote it down. He handed me the paper and my bracelets. "Thanks" I said. "I'll text you my number then". I said. He nodded. He walked me out to the lobby. Maya stood their waiting. "Thanks" I said turning around. "You're welcome." He smiled. Logan called him and walked away. "Bye" I called."Bye Reagan" he said. "We made a friend I see" Maya said. "Oh hush" I said.