•Alex
Tiff and I are actually having a great time. We started working together and practically living together. Tiffany had told me about a job opening at the restaurant she works at. I figured since I have free time now I may as well make some money. I still desperately need to save up for a car.
I feel pretty bad about not telling Harry, but I mean it's not like it was intentional.
We just got off of work and it's a Friday. We are walking back to the flat while drinking some lemonades we got from the restaurant. Just enjoying the sunny weather and talking.
"So you really want a tattoo?" How this subject came up I don't know but I admitted I did and Tiffany seemed surprised.
"Yeah. I mean I could use some change." I could tell she was thinking.
"Dude, we should go get friendship tats!" That's a really good idea actually. Tiffany and I hadn't really hung out outside of school, but I have known her since we were 8. She knows a lot about me and vice versa.
"I'm down, but let's go freshen up first. I wouldn't want to smell like fryer grease." We laugh.
"We're home," It feels warmer in the building but also in our flat.
"In here." I hear Kenn's voice coming from the dining room then rustling.
I hold my arm out in front of Tiffany's chest. Nobody knows the guys more than so do.
"It's a prank. Follow me," I whispered. I back up and tiptoe over to Stephen's room. I know where he hides his prank box. I open it and see a paper with ideas.
"Let's see. I think we'll go with the... chopped finger prank."
"What's that?"
"Basically we have a knife and we act like we chopped it off. Which you'll be doing and I'll act freaked out. Here's the finger." I handed her the bloody glue on finger and glued it on once she bent her finger forward.
We snuck back into the kitchen and put an avocado on a cutting board.
Tiffany is one of the best actors I know. She let out a gut wrenching shriek. Then guys come rushing in with water balloons prepared to launch. Tiffany turns around holding her hand with the fake finger. Their faces were priceless.
First they tried to hold it together as though it would magically grow back. Once I started laughing, they were more mad than I expected. Gabe scolded me, Stephen took the finger and left, then Kenn just gave me a look. Oh well.
"Are they usually that mad at stuff like that?"
"Nah just on their periods." We scurried off to my room to prepare to be permanently inked.
*****
We arrive at the tattoo parlor and see hundreds of drawings littering the walls.
"Which one and where?" I asked.
"Hmm. I think we should get the infinity signs. I don't really care where."
"Let's do the shoulder blade." Then the artist took us over to a room and Tiff went first. We figured that out by flipping a coin. I won.
Her face throughout the whole thing was hilarious. It looked like she had to shit and cry at the same time. But it came out really well. Now my turn.
I laid down and instantly felt the sweat slide down my back. Not gonna lie Tiff and I pregamed at the apartment to loosen up a little bit. I could feel the needle enter my skin and the sharp pain in my shoulder. I think I did a pretty good job at not making faces unlike Tiffany. After about 20 minutes, I looked in the mirror and it was beautiful. I had a tattoo. A real tattoo. We took pictures then paid. I wonder how Gabe will react. He was pretty mad at me earlier.
"What do you wanna do now? We could go to the bar."
I was really hesitant just because of everything that's happened recently. Harry's dad is still somewhere instead of prison and I wouldn't want to give him a free shot at me.
"I mean... yeah, but let's not go overboard."
Once we got there, we sat at the bar and ordered our drinks. Thankfully the bar tender didn't ask for our IDs. I think it had to do with Tiff and her meaningless flirting. We talked, laughed and spilled our drinks a million times before two guys came over to us.
"Would you ladies want some drinks?" A tall, darker boy asked me.
Tiff responded almost right away
"Of course!" I don't blame her I mean it's free. They probably think they're gonna get some, but little do they know that we're just getting free drinks. We drink and don't even figure out their names before heading home.
While walking home, we continuously stop to take selfies and Tiff likes to try to jump over things. Gabe's gonna be pissed, but I really don't care right now.
When we get on my hall of the flat Stephen and Gabe hear us stumbling and meet us outside.
"Hey what's all the...Alex?" Gabe looks and sounds really shocked. He takes my arm and Stephen takes Tiff's and they lead us in and set us on the couch.
"So... why were you drinking? How were you drinking actually? You're not 18 yet!"
"Come on, I'm a couple weeks short of the age and the guy at the bar didn't ID us. We just had a little fun." I try my best not to slur on my words.
"Come on you two are going to bed. We'll talk in the morning." He took me and Tiff up to my room. He took my jacket off and his face was emotionless. Then he started yelling.
"Why Alex? I'm supposed to take care of you and you're making it really fucking difficult!" That lit the fire in me.
"I can take care of myself! I have been since I can remember. I stick up for myself. I get by just fucking fine!"
"I'm your older brother. Your the younger sister, you would think you'd have the respect to help me out a little!"
"You're not my dad, and I'm not a little girl anymore!" Then his face softened and he turned and left, slamming the door on the way out.
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