Finding My Tattooed Soulmate

Nude Makeup

*Isaac's POV*

I was awoken by a pillow to the face.

"Wake up idiot, we got things to do," Phillip says chucking another pillow at my temple.

"Fuck off," I mutter throwing the pillow to the floor.

"Nope," he responds throwing the pillow at me again. "You agreed to be my best man, now you gotta act like it."

I grumble some more, but get up anyways. "I hate you."

"Yeah whatever," he responds exiting my room.

I stretch, cracking my neck and back. I quickly shower and brush my teeth. Opting for a basic outfit, I throw on a grey long sleeve tee to cover my tattoo with light wash jeans and white shoes. I finger comb my hair with some gel. Grabbing my phone, keys, and wallet, I exit my room.

"Took ya long enough," Phillip grumbles.

"Aye man, gotta look good for the ladies."

"Lady. Singular. You're branded remember?"

"Like hell I am. I refuse to be locked down."

A rhythmic knock draws Phillips attention. I scramble some eggs as Darren walks in.

"Yo, crack me some too," he says taking a seat at the island next to Phillip.

"Darren, please tell this man his fuckboy days are over."

"Darren, please ignore Phillip's stupidity if you still want food."

"Uhh," Darren stutters. "Why would his fuckboy days be over? Cause of the tattoo?"

"Exactly. It's clear as day on your wrist. You can't wear long sleeves for forever."

"Oh I won't. After the tux fitting, we're going to Sephora."

"Sephora?" Darren questioned.

"The fuck are we going to do at Sephora?" Phillip also questioned.

"Get some nude concealer," I smile smugly, sliding Darren his plate of eggs.

"Smart," Darren agrees.

"Stupid," Phillip disagrees.

I finish my own plate of eggs and begin our drive to Savvi.

*At Savvi*

"Good Morning. What can I do for your gentlemen today?"

"We had a final tux fitting and payment for Phillip Hayes."

"Okay. I have a party of 6. Follow me to the dressing rooms and I'll bring the suits right out."

We all follow behind the employee to a back room. He disappears for a few minutes and returns with another employee holding 6 suits each in their own garment bags. He begins calling out our names one by one. We each grab our suits and head into our own rooms to try them on. We all exit, checking out one another.

"Damn. We look pretty damn good," I smirk

"I can't believe your goofy ass is actually getting married," Chandler, one the the groomsmen, chuckled.

"Soft man Phillip? Oh we definitely saw this coming. But Iris? That was a shock." Gunner added.

"Hell yeah. That was a dime piece we all wanted," Alex smirked

"Aye man. If your tattoo disappears, slide her my way," Darren joked.

"Alright alright," he chimed laughing in with us. "Seriously though, thanks guys for being here."

"Ahhhh. He's getting sentimental!"

"Quick, take the suits off!"

We all run back into our fitting rooms to change. I just laced my right shoe when my phone chimed with a text.

(555) 764-9334
Hey. You free later? ;)
Not sure yet
Okay. I'll be waiting on you...

I slide my phone into my pocket and grab my suit before heading out. We all pass our suits back to the employee and head to the registers. Chandler, Gunner, and Alex make their goodbyes, leaving the original pair plus one.

"Okay, your total comes out to $2,075.98. How would you like to pay today?"

"Card," I answer before Phillip, quickly inserting my card. "Best man duties."

He smiles back at me as a thanks.

"Alright. You're all set. Here's your receipt. The tuxedos will be delivered to your venue the morning of and Congratulations again!"

We thank the cashier and exit. "Next stop Sephora!"

*At Sephora*

"This is so stupid," Phillip states for the 6th time.

"True, but recognition for the idea," Darren adds.

"It's simple really. If its not in sight, then its not in mind," I reply still looking.

"Was there something I can help you boys with," an employee comes to help.

We make eye contact and I can attest to how good she looks. She maintains eye contact with me, almost smirking.

"Absolutely, Jessica," I say reading her name tag. "Just looking for some waterproof concealer."

"And what would a good looking guy like you want to conceal," she asks inching a little closer.

"I wouldn't mind letting you find out," I flirt back.

"You should," Phillip scoffs quietly from behind.

The girl giggles and gestures "follow me" with her fingers. We make our way over to the Kay Von D collection wall and Jessica pulls out a créme concealer.

"This should be your shade. Wanna test it?"

"Sure," I accept offering up my wrist, to which I regret instantly.

Immediately noticing my completely obvious tattoo, her body changes from flirtatious to professional. She drops the concealer in my hand and turns around to assist another customer.

"Fuck," I mutter.

"And that's what you get for trying to game the game"

I mock Phillip's words before heading over to the counter. I check out and make my exit before I could slip up again. I yell to Darren that we're leaving as I notice him receiving the number from the girl who just dismissed me.

"Maybe Phillip is right. You don't need to cover up the tattoo. You keep missing your shot and I'll keep sinking mine," he winks at me.

Geezus. I hate these guys sometimes. But definitely not as much as I hate this fucking tattoo.

We make our way out of the shopping center, heading back home. I notice my gas tank is only a quarter full so I decide to fill up as I knew I'd be too lazy to in the morning. Darren mentions something about grabbing some snacks and Phillip agrees. I pull into the Racetrac directly around the corner from the shopping center. Phillip and Darren head in just as another car pulls up. I insert the nozzle into my tank, applying the makeup on my wrist while I wait for it to finish pumping.