The Dragon Tattoo (boyxboy)

Chapter 2: Really, Are You Kidding Me?

I paced back and forth quickly nearly tripping over all the crap on my floor once or trice. Okay, so maybe more than once or twice, but in my defence, today has been a really bad day. 'And it's only 8:00 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 partys before, but this one was going to be huge compared to all the others. My best friend Ricky had gotten an invite to a 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 camero, 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 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 dont 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.

"Duuuuuuuuuuddddddddeeeee, loooook at the teeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnny kid" Drunk Guy number one yelled to Drunk Guy number two.

"AWW whats a pipsquekkkkk doooooinnnn' herrrrrreeee?" says Drunk number two.

"Guh, you looosstttt?" He slurred before chugging the rest of his beer. I tentively glared at them before taking a sip of my drink, I dont even know what I was drinking, but whatever it was it tasted like crap.

"Ouhhh I think he's tryyyyyiiiin ta' drinnnk, hahaha!" Drunk numbero uno called out to Drunk number two. Who, being the smart eduacted collage man he was, did the obvious. He laughed his flat ass off.

"Come 'ere" he managed after ten minutes, no I'm not joking, ten minutes of laughing with Two Drunk To Stand. "This is how you drink", he then proceeded to shove a cup of vodka in my face, trying desperatly with Drunk Two to get me to chug it. 

No I'm no idiot, but I didnt 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 that L-Lucien didnt remember the previous night either, then we could just go back to our regular lives, and I could pretend that this incident never happend. 

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 in my mind. 

Deciding to get over it I jogged to the bathroom to, er, relieve myself, washing my hands like a good little boy. Looking in the mirror a tan, slightly exausted 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 hieght, 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 lesbien 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, your probably wondering something like: 'Didnt your parents care at all that you were gone all night and didnt come back 'till seven-thirty?' But, unfortunatly, they weren't here, and so, didn't know. Like always my parents had gone away on another buissness trip. Leaving their only son to fend for himself in a house too big for only one person. 'Not that they paid any 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 nights 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 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.