Wild riders

Tattoo

         

My finger slides the lit up screen of my phone. I swear over half of my Instagram feed is purely cars. I mean I'm not complaining considering if they weren't on my feed. I'd probably just search them up anyway. I come across a sort of post I don't usually see. A tattoo.

Omg I love it!

It's a photo of a girl on her side. Written on her ribs in a small cursive is a word. I think it says Bellissimo. Beautiful.

I want one. Maybe Lance can help me. I mean I'm not legal yet but Lance could probably get me in.

Screenshotting the image before clicking out of Instagram and sending a quick message to Lance

A: Lance! Hi I need help!! Where can I go to get a tattoo??

He replies within minutes.

L: Oh I know a few places that would do you one, but I'll have to come with

A: Yeah that's all good meet at mine in 10

He replies with an okay and I begin to get ready.

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My body is pressing deeper into the chair the more the needle enters my skin. Why didn't I think of the concept of a tattoo?! Meaning needle dragging through my flesh!

Luckily each letter hurt less and less each time, my body becoming used to the pain. I hope I don't regret this.

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What did I just do?

What if dad found out?! Well I mean it's not in the most obvious place. I should be able to hide it easily.

Observing my new feature in the mirror I trace the letters.

Finish the race

There are so many meanings behind this one simple sentence. Three words that mean so much. A spontaneous decision that I will not regret.

"So do you like it?" Turning to Lance I smile and nod

"I love it!"

"That's good! You'll be able to show it off at the race on Thursday night"

"Yeah maybe not" I laugh awkwardly.

"Why not?" A confused expression washes over his faces.

"I don't want Jess to find out, he would kill me" I'm not even joking

"The kid will get over it" I guess, but I'm still not going to tell him.

"I remember Jesse, he was such a great friend" his eyes travel to his hands.

"You two were friends? I didn't know that" taking a seat beside him.

"Yeah he was pretty much my only friend. I don't really know why we aren't friends anymore but we got into the street racing stuff and I moved up without him I guess we went our separate ways" his eyes are full of sadness. I don't think i've ever seen Lance not happy.

"Awh, I'm sorry. He's a really good friend" we sit in silence for a couple of minutes. Not an awkward one but a comfortable silence. Neither of us willing to break it, and honestly I don't know if I want too.