Just Room Mates

ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ- ２２

After I got the tattoo last night, it has been extremely painful and I'm not even kidding.
The design to be exact was just three dotted stars on my rib cage and each of them is about a centre metre in size.

It hurts more initially but it stings a little still.
Alex however got a picture of an angel with a quote underneath.

I'm not sure what it said though as I didn't get a chance to look at it.

"Hey angel does it still hurt?" Alex asks, biting his lip.
"A little, what about you?" I chuckle before asking myself.

"It's gone down now." He replies running a hand through his hair and gesturing to side.

"Don't get anymore please." I plead, even though they make him look even more gorgeous. I don't want him covered in ink, I know I'm a hypocrite here but I'm not getting anymore anyway.

"Sure but you have to promise not to get any either!" He smirks back, whilst I smile.
"Thank you so much and it's great because I don't want anymore!" I reply chirping, smiling and his grin.

"Well we have that settled then don't we!" He laughs genuinely. That's one of the things I like about him.

Scratch that.

That's one of the things I love about him.

Not that he knows it though.
"Do you want to go out and grab some brunch?" Alex asks scratching the side of his neck.

"Sure I'm so hungry, let's go!" I smile slyly, I'm so hungry right now I could eat a wedding cake.

"Let's head out then!" He agrees, grabbing his keys and slipping on his black vans.
Me following suit and walking out after him.

"So what do you fancy then?" He inquires when we sit in the car.
"Well I fancy Colton Haynes, Manu Rios, Jack Gilinsky, Jack Johnson, Zane Holtz and Shawn Mendes." I reply after a moment of thought.

"Okay well I'm sorry but I will have to be the substitute for them and what do you want to eat?" He asks laughing.

"Well I do quite fancy Shawn Mendes'..." I begin but a hand is quickly placed over my mouth.
"Hey!" I scream muffled by his fat hand. I lick his palm causing him to move his hand in disgust.

"I was going to say his favorite type of muffin but you obviously have a perverted mind inside that head of yours!" I reply snootily laughing at my own joke.

He slightly pales before a light tinge of punk erupts in his cheekbones. How adorable!
Bless him.

"Let's go to a café then, Alex hurry up driving before I come and sit on you and end up driving myself!" I demand, okay chill judgeist readers I get bossy when I'm hungry.

"Okay Miss Bossy my wish is your command!" He chuckles, winking at my now flustered face.

After Alex drives for about ten minutes he pulls into a parking lot outside a small café.
"Oh I've never been here before." I state looking round at the outside of the café, through the car window. It has a vintage, floral vibe to it and looks really cosy. Reminds me of Cath Kidston a little bit.

"I've been coming here a lot since I was little my grandma's friend Rosé owns this place." He answers opening the door and holding out his hand for me, which I gratefully take.

"How long has she owned it then?" I ask, whilst Alex locks the car.
"Oh she started it about forty years ago, in her early twenties." He smiles toothily,wrapping his warm arm around my waist.

"Woah that's a long time she has put so much of her life into this then!" I exclaim shocked at the amount of time and effort this small, quirky café took to build up.