Vibes

Part Six

A few hours pass and I know my dad will be home from work any minute now. The front door creaks and in that instant, I thought I was going to faint. I manage to get myself up on my feet and slowly walk out of the kitchen into the hallway where my dad was standing and looking at his phone.

I quietly clear my throat, "hi dad" I mumble.

"Hey Hun," he responds and quickly looks at his phone again.

A few awkward minutes pass and he notices my uncomfortable stance.

"Is everything okay Bell..?" He asks.

"Dad I have to tell you something and I know you're not going to be happy when you hear it" I answer quickly.

He stares at me with a confused look on his face, "carry on," he says as if asking a question.

"Okay, I know you don't like tattoos but I got one today and-"

Before he could even get a breath out I quickly finish,

"But dad I promise you, this isn't something stupid that I did in the spur of the moment, it's something I've thought long and hard about, something that means a lot to me."

He furrowed his brows for a second, and let out a deep breath.

"Let me see this, I can't believe it."

I turn my arm a bit, and then peel the bandaid back slowly.

"It's a shooting star."

He looks back and forth between my face and the tattoo a few times, he takes a step back and reaches for the door knob. Quickly, he steps out of the house and looks around as if something was missing.

A few moments pass and he finally returns, me still standing in the same spot with my bandaid still peeled back.

"Dad? I'm sorry?" I say.

"Does your mom know about this? She's going to be really angry." He replies.

"Dad she already knows, it was my job to tell you...she said you would be really angry.." I answer.

"I don't love it, but I don't hate it...you know I'm not a fan of "ink" but it's fine. If you keep it kind of covered around here I'm fine with it, but if you come back with an entire sleeve I'll be more than just really angry, okay?"

Well damn, there's the lay down of the law and that's exactly what I'm going to follow. After that, I go back into the kitchen, my phone was ringing. I look at the caller ID and to my surprise it was the guy I met earlier, Nate.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey," he says.