Chapter 3:Coincidence or Fate?
I turned to my nightstand, checking the time on my clock before returning to my sketchbook. I picked up my pencil once again, drawing some marks I couldn't quite define. It's 11:30 PM, but that doesn't matter. Tomorrow's Saturday, there is no need for sleep, as if I'll be able to sleep anyways.
Tonight was too much, now I just can get him off my mind. His movements stayed stitched in my brain. Whenever I tried to sleep, he was the first thing I thought about. He's been in my dreams the last couple of nights.
I still haven't really talked to Vanessa. She texted me a few times after I ran off, but they weren't anything serious. A couple 'hello's, and a couple of 'how are you feeling's". I told her I ran off before because I wasn't feeling well, which was a flat out lie.
But that's not what I've really been thinking about lately. For some reason my mind has been on Louis. To be specific, I've been thinking about his friends. They seemed close, maybe too close for my liking. They weren't ugly either, they were all actually very attractive. I couldn't help but wonder if Louis is, or has ever been with one of them.
I snapped out of my thoughts, coming back to reality. I glanced down to the paper, looking at what I came up with during my time of thought. It was the sketch I had started earlier, the one of the arm with the tattoos on it. I had drawn more too it, adding a side profile to the mans face, he had a chiseled jaw, with a stubble of hair lining it.
I tend to do this a lot. I'd start thinking about someone, or something, and my pencil would be on paper, drawing out whatever I was thinking about unconsciously.
I started flipping through my sketches, looking back at the one I finished the other day. It read "Thing's I Can't", and I quite liked it a lot. I started thinking about what it meant to me, and what I should do with it when a light bulb lit in my head.
Guess I'm going to the tattoo parlor tomorrow.
I set my sketchbook on the nightstand by my bed, shutting off the small light to my right. I tucked myself under the covers, grabbing the nearest pillow and pulling it up to my chest. I wrapped my arms around it, and snuggled my head into it.
Constant thoughts of how it would feel for Louis to take the place of that pillow filled my mind. Would he feel stiff? Would it be comfortable? What would his scent be?
I imagined how Louis would look, laying in my bed.
I really, really wanted to see that image in real-life. Oh, how I would love to see that in real-life.
I shut my eyes, knowing that this would be another night Louis appeared in my dreams.
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"It's going to be about a 5 minute wait, sir. All our employee's are busy at this time," the young lady at the front desk said. I nodded towards her, walking to the books they had laid out for people who weren't sure about what they were getting. I held my sketchbook down by my thigh, brushing it every time I took a step. I took one of the books in my hands, opening it up and searching through the pages. I landed on the butterfly I had on my stomach, smiling as I saw it. Above the tattoo were the words "It Is What It Is", which were initially supposed to go on top of the butterfly. The meaning of the tattoo was that, but I didn't want anyone to know the meaning but me. I wanted to keep it to myself to refrain from answering questions about it.
"Sir, we can sit you down in a chair now. One of our employees are finishing up, and we told him that you should be next." the young lady said, motioning for me to walk into the main room where the tattoos were done, sitting me down on one of the chairs. I looked around the unfamiliar parlor, observing what was around me, noting that this wasn't the parlor I went to too get my first tattoo. It had dark brown walls, photos of their customers tattoos pinned up around the several work areas.
