Inked (an ATL fanfic)

Alone at last

SILVER'S POV

"Hey Silver?" asked my boss Mitch. "What!?" I yelled across the shop. "Can you manage the shop while I'm at a convention in Chicago?" He asked coming up to me. "Are you sure I can manage the shop while you're gone" I asked uneasily. "Put a little faith in yourself Silver, I'd trust you with my life if it came down to it" he said. "So the client list is pretty low key for the couple months that I"ll be gone-" I cut him off. "Months!?" I asked surprised. "I kow it's a long time but I can trust you right?" he asked."ya....ya of course you can." "So as I was saying the client list is pretty low key but I do have a regular coming in and for that he asks that you shut down the shop while he's here" Mitch informs me. His phone buzzes. "Well I gotta go. Thank you so much Silver. Have fun!"he yells the last part as he walks out of the shop with his three duffel bags, that for some reason I didn't notice.

Well I should introduce myself. My name is Silver Brooks. I'm a 19 year old professional tattoo artist, I don't do any of that tramp stamp crap only if you want to pay 400 bucks an hour then just give me the picture or sketch and I can do it for you. I live in LA over top of the tattoo shop, there are a few apartments that Mitch rents out to employees. I was so lucky to have had Mitch as my mentor, he not only taught me the trade he also treated me like family, which I wasn't really used to. 

I have dark brown eyes, my mum used to say that they were like two bowls of pudding. I'm a bit pale but I do have a bit of a tan. I have thick dark brown hair, that's cut unevenly to have a spiked tips effect, I also have black and different shades of blonde streaks. I have my tongue pierced with a metal ball. I have black double zero plugs and a tattoo of a horse shoe on my wrist and a hot air balloon with a tiny anchor at the bottom, instead of a basket on my ankle.  

As soon as Mitch was out of sight I was all alone. YES! Don't get me wrong i love my coworkers like family but I like being alone sometimes. I set up my way, the way I like it. I turn the coffee maker on, fan the magazines out on the coffee table, and last but not least but my iPod into the sound system. 'Date Rape' by sublime comes on, it's one of my favorite songs. I start belting it out and I don't even hear the bell on the door ringing. I get a tap on the shoulder, I turn around. My cheeks turn crimson as I see 5 hot guys, staring at me, some with jaws dropped and others with smirks on their faces. 

"Hey can I help you?" I ask with a small smile. The all turn to the boy in the middle. "Oh yeah, um we have an appointment with Mitch at 2:30, it's under Alex, that would be me" he says with a smile. 

"Oh ya I'm sorry Mitch is gonna be gone for a few months, he's goin to a convention in Chicago, it's really rad. So I'll be doing it if that's okay with you?" I ask. "Oh yeah sure, can we see some of your work, just to check? He asks. I nod. I hand one of them my book and they flip through it. "Wow! Your work is amazing!" One of them says. "I'm Jack, that's Alex, Rian, Zack and Matt." He said. "It's badass to meet ya I'm Silver" I said shaking all of their hands. As I shook Jack's hand I felt a spark, that sounded so damn cheesy- wait.... What did I just think!? I have a boyfriend. Speak Silver speak! "So what do you guys want today?" I asked, with my arms crossed. "Well here's the sketch, it's a little ruff but it's us" I think Zack said. "I like it, it's real sweet. Let me just sketch it up an I'll be back in just a minute." I said running into the back.