The Badboy's Broken Promises *On Hold*

Chapter 09

Three Big Roses

"Merry Christmas Eve-Eve!" A loud voice rang, startling me out of my sleep. "C'mon get up, you've got to get ready!"

I cracked open my eyes ever so slightly only to be greeted with darkness. My room is still dark and my so-called 'best friend' is waking me up? Does she not know who I am? Before I could say anything or even move, a large body landed on top of me forcing a grunt to escape my lips.

"Bloody hell, Katia," I groaned but she didn't move. "What time is it?"

"Uh like five fifteen."

"What the fuck! I swear to God, Kit-Kat I'm gonna beat your ass. You know what I'm like in the mornings, so why the hell would you wake me up at five fucking am."

She huffed and rolled over so that her face was right in front of mine- it was already made up with a nice golden eye look and a dark brown lip. "It's Christmas Eve-eve, and we missed you."

"You hoes literally saw me yesterday," I rolled my eyes.

"Ugh, okay well the sky's awake, so I'm awake-"

"Uh uh, it's five am and Disney sweet talk does not work this early." I glared at her.

"Oh hush you ungrateful grinch, you should be happy you even woke up on this fine morning. Some people didn't you know?"

"Yeah, I know Pastor Katia, remind me when your church service starts again,"

This time she rolled her eyes and rolled off the bed pulling my covers with her. Leaving me open to the cold air in my shorts and tank top. People need to seriously stop doing that to me. And yeah I know it's winter, but I just have to sleep in the cold; so I wear shorts and tank top while having the fan running. Crazy I know, but I can't help it.

"Katia please get the fuck out." I tried to speak with little annoyance, but I was beyond pissed right now.

She smiled at me despite my threatening tone and held her hands up in mock surrender, "Fine, but if your lazy ass isn't washed and dress in half an hour, we'll leave you and I will wake you up at five every morning."

"What are even doing today?"

"Tattoos!," she screamed before she left, slamming the door behind her.

As I got I ready, I thought about what tattoo I want to get. We've decided to go with theme of roses because it's all our favorite flower. Also I read somewhere that the beauty of the rose represents promise, hope, and new beginnings, so if my parents ever ask me 'why' I can tell 'em that. Also these are things I'm wishing for in the new year. Minus the promise part- we don't need those.

Mum and dad have never really been a big fan of tattoos but they were content with my small ones because well they're small and I can easily cover them if I needed to. I don't know if they've seen the one my back, but if they have they haven't said anything.

Dad just doesn't see the point in getting them and as model mum just doesn't deem them practical for work- she thinks I'll be a model someday too but that's far from what I see in my future. To me tattoos are another form of expression; like painting, writing, and singing- it's all the same. Some of my tats have meaning, the elephant on my back, and others are just there because they look nice and make me happy when I look at them.