Chapter 2

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*3 months ago*

I'm walking into a tattoo studio with my mom Kristin and boyfriend Nat. It is called "Lost Carnival Tattoo" my moms buying Nat and I tattoos as a late Christmas gift for me and Birthday for Nat. "Hello y'all I'm Matt what can I help ya with today?" A man says when we enter. "Hi uhm my friend Josh told us to come up here and ask for Cris and Justin. He came in like two weeks ago and got a rose on his forearm." I say feeling nervous. "Yeah totally I remember him he's a badass guy. Lemme text the guys and get them over here they went to go eat." Matt says pulling out his phone. "Alright dude thanks tell them it's no hurry." Nat says, while my mom and I look at the portfolio books on a table. All of a sudden three guys walk in and my mom pulls me to stand up. One has beard and looks almost grungy, the one next to him is a kinda cute ginger. But the last one is mexican and totally hot. Wait Paige stop boyfriend.

"So what are y'all looking for?" The ginger says. "Well I want an anchor and rose for my nana, and her well I don't know she won't tell." Nat says pulling me over to him. "Alright well I'm John and lets get talking about this anchor." The ginger who is named John says. The grungy looking one is apparently named Zack I learn from over hearing him talk to Matt. "So I'm Jake and it looks like I'll be the one you talk to. So what you got in mind?" The really cute one asks me. "Uhmm I'm looking for Pikachu in Pokeball with an orange rose and maybe a teal ribbon." I say hoping I'm not turning red. "Alright sounds cool have any pictures in mind of the design?" Jake asks, and I pull out my phone and show him it. He printed a picture out and sketched it. "Okay so come sit back here with me and let's get this thing drawn up." He says and I follow him back to his booth.

When we get back there I see a little boy playing with a phone. "Sit up here bubba." Jake says pointing to a chair. I sit on a chair close to the "entrance" to the booth. "This is my son, so orange rose and teal ribbon, anything else?" He asks while still sketching the pikachu and pokeball. "Uhm not really you can have free reign from there." I say trying not to make eye contact. A while passes and he is sketching out the full tattoo. "Damn I never even asked where you wanted it." Jake asks looking at me. " Oh I want it on my right shoulder." I say looking back down at the floor. He keeps drawing and every once in awhile Nat comes by to see me but he seems happy with his artist. My mom is just chilling but sees Jake's son playing over in a corner so she goes over there too play with him. 'So Paige right?? Why did you pick this tattoo?" Jake asks looking up at me then right back down to his sketch. "Uhm it's in memory of my grandparents that's the orange rose, pikachu is for my brother who died. And the ribbon is to remind me i survived something and that I'm not the victim anymore." I respond looking down at my feet. "Oh damn I'm sorry, but this is gonna be a rad tattoo." He says catching my eye. We go on without talking, occasionally making awkward eye contact. I check my phone every once in awhile, Nat comes over once to say how cool John is.

"So what do you think so far?" Jake asks pulling me out of my day dreaming state. "Oh my gosh! It's perfect." I say looking at the sketch and tears are coming to my eyes. "Great, I love to hear someone loves the sketch. Okay so here's my number text me to schedule a time for you to come in and get it." Jake says while handing me a card with his name and instagram information. I take it trying not to blush. "Is next Saturday at 4 a good time for you?" I ask finally brave enough to keep eye contact for more than two seconds. "Totally just text me to remind me tonight." Jake says walking with us towards the door. When we are all finally leaving Nat won't shut up over his artist, but gets pissy when I talk about Jake. So I just stay quiet for the ride home. We go to sleep and then the next day he goes home.

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