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inspiration

prompt: i just got my nails done and now you've messed them up thanks
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tro gets his nails done and meets a strange boy

Troye pulls up to nail salon with the hopes of getting matte tips and a chat with his favorite nail lady Mary. Walking into the shop Mary spots him instantly, squealing from across the way where she's working on a little girls pedicure.

"Troye! How you?" She asks in her choppy  accent as she doesn't speak English to fluently.

"I'm good Mary, and you?"

"Fine fine, sit please." she points to a chair in the front facing the window, giving him a nice view of the cars parked and them a nice view of him.

He rest his elbows on the edge of the desk where his nails will be done and scrolls through his Twitter feed absentmindedly.

He hears Mary ask another lady to finish the young girls toes as her dad , a sheriff, offers me a smile before she takes a seat in front of Troye.

"The usual?" With nails already a good length- making them perfect for pastel pink matte tips- that's all he ever gets done.

"yes ma'am." She nods and begins to start his nails and Troye lets his eyes wonder to the outside world. Most of the cars parked are empty but he watches as a boy sits in the passenger seat of van, being pestered by the man who would be driving if they weren't parked.

"How your mom?" Mary asks just as the man slaps the boy harshly. Troye winces, thinking of how horrible the scene is but knowing there's not much he can do. So he settles on looking away and telling Mary of how his mother just got into cooking class.

As time goes by and she's putting on the final coat of matte Troye looks up from the woman and watches the boy in the van again, right as the man slams his head into the window, making him do what looks like scream in pain, making Troye jump in his seat.

"Be ste-"

"Look Mary, that man is hurting that boy. Should we do something?" She takes a look at the van right as the man leans over and whispers harshly in his ear, making him flinch.

"No no, stay out of business. Look! You ruined nails!"

Only Troyes not focusing on his nails (for once) but the boy as he exits the car in a grey hoodie and jeans, his hands stuck in the sweaters pockets. His eyes are tired and droopy and bruises lined what skin is exposed.

He makes eye contact with Troye but quickly breaks it.

Then opens the door to the salon just as he pulls out a pocket knife that catches Troyes eyes, flicking it open.

"Mary-"

"GIVE ME ALL THE MONEY!" Troye watches as the boy points the silver at the cashier and can't help but feel as if he's stuck in a movie as the worker shouts in fear. The girl from earliers dad stands to his feet quickly and holds up his gun.

"Son, put that knife down." The boy flinches at the word son and shakes his head as his eyes start to water.

"I...I can't." He looks no older than Troye himself and as he turns back to the lady his innocence is clear in the harsh red lines that are imprinted on his skin the shape of a hand.