The Dragon Tattoo (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Two - Really, Are You Kidding Me?

 I paced back and forth quickly nearly tripping over all the crap on my floor once or twice. Okay, so maybe more than one or twice, but in my defense, today has been a really bad day. ‘And its only 8:oo a.m.’ I frowned slightly at the thought.

 Last I remembered I had been really excited about going to my first all blown out party. I mean I’ve been to parties before but this one was going to be huge compared to all the others. My best friend Ricky had gotten an invite to a huge collage party, which was probably gonna be the party of the year, and had invited me as well. So of course, being the socially retarded dumbass I was, I had accepted, knowing I wouldn’t get a chance like this again in a long time.

I’d taken my favorite and only car, a silver Camaro, and met up with Ricky outside. Together we had braved the throng of party goers and crashers alike. Before my memory draws a blank I remember getting the phone number and address of multiple hotties. Oh, and a couple of guys, which I’d politely ignored by throwing the numbers in the trashcan.

  What? I’m not mean, I’m just not gay. See, mean people would turn them down rudely, and leave the numbers on the floor. I don’t litter, hence I’m a nice person.

 Anyways, I got really drunk thanks to two guys older than me, obviously, who’d pressured me into drinking, and drinking, and drinking, and eventually chugging down a whole bottle of vodka. After which I puked, and my memories of the night are gone.

 “Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudddddeeeeeeee, looooook at the teeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnny kid” Drunk Guy  number one yelled to Drunk Guy number two.

 “AWW whats a pisquekkk doooooinnn’ heeerrrrrree?” says Drunk number two.

 “Guy, you loooosttt?” he slurred before chugging the rest of his beer. I tentively glared at them before taking a sip of my drink, I don’t even know what I was drinking, but whatever it was tasted like crap.

 “Ouhhh I think hes tryyyinnn ta’ drink, hahahaa!” Drunk number uno called out to Drunk number two. Who, being the smart educated collage man he was, did the obvious. He laughed his flat ass off.

 “Come ‘ere” he managed after ten minutes, no im not joking, ten minutes of laughing with To Drunk To Stand. “This is how you drink”, he then proceeded to shove a cup of vodka in my face, trying desperately with Drunk Two to get me to chug it.

 No I’m no idiot, but I didn’t want to deal with them any longer so I chugged it. And then chugged the next drink they offered, and the next and the next and well, you get the picture.

 “My life is over!” I moaned, sitting on my well made bed. My only hope was the L-Lucien didn’t remember the previous night either, then we could just go back to our regular lives, and I could pretend that this incident never happened.

 Yeah, I mean, honestly everyone at that party was drunk. The chances are he’ll just wake up with no memory of the previous night, only knowing he’d had sex with some poor party goer.

 ‘Please, please let it be that simple!” I begged my mind.

 Deciding to get over it I jogged to the bathroom to, err, relieve myself, washing my hands like a good little boy. Looking in the mirror a tan, slightly exhausted looking seventeen year old looked back. His eyes were the brightest shade of light blue you could possibly imagine, with slightly shaggy short white-blonde hair that only made them pop out more. He was of regular height, not to tall, not to short. His physique could easily be described as skinny, and thin, almost graceful looking. He could be described as handsome by some, and was at least more attractive than the average person. This boy is me.

 And I hated it. I hated being so thin and lithe. I wanted to have arms that could wrap around my girlfriend without feeling like I was another girl hugging her with my thin arms. My last girlfriend, Amanda, had cruelly pointed out that she felt like a lesbian when I held her. Which explains why I’m single.

 Sadly.

 I hung my head at the memory as I trudged back to my room. Now, you’re probably wondering something like: ‘didn’t your parents care at all that you were gone all night and didn’t come back ‘til seven-thirty?’ But, unfortunately, they weren’t here, and so, didn’t know. Like always my parents had gone away on another business trip. ‘Not that they paid attention to me when they do bother to come home.’ I thought silently.

 I shook my head and tried to forget about the facts weighing down on me. I grabbed a change of clean clothes and a towel and decided to wash away the night. I’d throw out the ruined clothes, which I still had on, leaving no evidence of the previous night’s mystery. I turned on the shower and stripped.

 And my heart literally dropped ten feet to my stomach.

 “Ahhhhhh, no!  No! No! You gotta be f*cking kidding me!” I screamed at my reflection looking down at my stomach to reveal my. Worst. Nightmare.

 EVER.

 Carved onto the right side of my stomach almost too beautifully was a dragon, done in a tribal like fashion, and killing me gently inside.

 I knew this dragon, it was an original design done by a famous artist for a certain someone. They had copyrighted it so that no one could have the same tattoo, not even the closest member of his gang, without his permission. And so, he was the only person on earth with that tattoo. It had been all over the news a couple a years ago, so everyone knew who it stood for. Who it belonged to. And who had this exact same design carved into their left arm:

Lucien. F*cking. Grey.