Drive|| Joshler

One

Josh guided me through what I could only determine was the parking lot of a store. The only reason I knew this is because I constantly ran into hard and sleek metal. He'd blindfolded me with a tie. At first, I thought we were being really kinky but turns out not so much, I realized that when he made me go outside and get in his car.

"Can I take off the blindfold now?"

"For the eighteenth time, Tyler, no."

He told me to step up, then made me walk through a shop that had a bell at the top.

"Okay, take it off," he whispered in my ear, over the buzzing of machines and chatter of people, somehow, he still managed to whisper in my ear.

I was greeted with a wall of art on my right, a counter with the name "Evolved Body Art" in bold, graffiti letters, and behind the counter was a room of other's getting their own art permanently on their bodies.

"Surprise!" Josh said giddily. I turned to him.

"You really meant it, didn't you?"

"Of course. You're the one who gave me your bucket list," he joked, "do you remember that tattoo you wanted? The secret one?" I nodded, "good."

Josh's tattoo was small; a white buck standing and eating out of a silhouette of a boy's hand (who was sitting on his last left rib) that took a good hour, whereas mine took thirty minutes.

Cum autem coeperit tibi sidera , tete ut memores fore candorem meum sanguinem, solem et lunam et totiens oscula fell on my shoulder blade in old style cursive caligraphy.

"What's that mean?"

"Something cheesy."

"Ty."

"Jish."

"When the stars begin to fall for you, remember you'd said that you'd be my white blood, and that the moon and sun only kiss so often," I mumbled.

Josh smiled and kissed my forehead as the tattoo artist wrapped his torso in cling wrap (which I still don't know why people do it, we're gonna take it off in the car, might as well not have it at all).

Get a tattoo.