Don't be Chicken (on hold)

Twenty seven; The cross

When I was freshman in high school, my best friend Dani got a tattoo. Although her parents had to allow it, which they did, Dani got a quote running parallel down her back. It was gorgeous, and I'll tell you, the girls in my grade went absolutely nuts with jealousy. Next thing you know, Sally's getting one and so is Tiffany.

It was one of those normal trends that starts in high school, and then Dani was at the top of the popularity scale - for a while anyway.

See, since I was a typical teenage girl with a best friend who just got a tattoo, I was jealous. Naturally I wanted one too, but sadly, I knew my parents were heavily against it although I never knew why until I asked my Dad that night.

He told me a long story about how one time, during his senior year of high school, him and a group of friends decided to get tattoos. That wasn't even the bad part. The bad part was that they were completely and utterly drunk to the point of exhaustion. That's where my Dad probably made the worst decision of his life - to get a rainbow-pooping unicorn on his butt cheek. Absolute horrid, and a complete idiot back in his teenage years.

Then he actually showed me the second tattoo he got that night, but this one was probably ten times worse. It was a Naked lady tattooed on his stomach, which once again, was a complete and utterly stupid idea. Now he can't go swimming anymore or he'd get weird looks, especially now since he's 50 some years old.

The details of the tattoo were extremely drawn out of proportion, for the lady had huge boobs. And her boobs were probably the majority of the tattoo.

Often times I wondered how my Mother married him, he was a nice guy, but who wants to have sex with a man who's chest is a naked lady? Defiantly not me. Just goes to prove that my Mom was one crazy woman.

He always told me that I would regret it later, but I've never felt so sure about a tattoo before. This, was the one. Besides, he wasn't even here right now and surely he wouldn't notice it. Even if he did notice it, it's not like he'd try and scrub it off. He'd just sigh and probably yell at me. I'm 17 now anyway.

              "You never even told me what you're getting." Noah said as we were riding on his motorcycle the next morning. By now, it was mostly routine to ride on his motorcycle everywhere we went.

                 "I'm getting a banana on my butt" I said humorously. Of course I wasn't actually getting that, but for some reason I just couldn't help the inner child that loved practical jokes.

              "Karman, you have a beautiful butt. Don't ruin it with a banana" Noah said amusingly. I squeezed his sides.

"What would you do if I tickled you right now?" I asked while tempting his sides with my spider-like fingers. Noah used a free hand of his to swat them away like a fly.

             "I'd probably crash, and that would not be good. You know how much I paid for this motorcycle?" Noah questioned. Truthfully, I wasn't all that interested in knowing. Chances are the price was a lot higher than anything I had in my own bank account.

"How much?" I asked,

           "Okay, truthfully I don't know. But I do know that it almost cost me an arm and a leg. That's for sure" Noah laughed while keeping his eyes on the road.  Then he must've remembered my tattoo again because he turned the conversation around after that,

               "But seriously, what are you getting a tattoo of?" Noah questioned persistently.   "And are you sure that your parents are okay with this? I don't want your Dad coming and slitting my throat when he finds out" Noah added. Obviously he was uneasy about the whole ordeal.