That Boy With The Beanie

Piercing Parlours

 “Oh, shut up!” I say, and Luke laughs.

After 8 donuts later, Luke decides he wants to go to a few shops, like Jack jones and such, I sort of zone out. He buys a few nice polo’s that I said were nice and a new beanie (navy), a pair of jeans. He must have paid like £70.

“Birthday money I saved” He says, like he could read my thoughts and then we reach the piercing parlour.

“What we here for?” I ask, curious.

“Getting a new stud” He says, serious. He is holding my hand, tight; he must be still a bit shaken up, since the donut place. We walk towards the parlour and open the door as I walk in. The place is quite classy, for a piercing parlour that is. There is a room for tattoos, a room for piercings and a mini-shop for new studs and stuff like that.

We enter the store, and Luke, still holding my hand, starts to look at the studs and rings on the Luke side. He looks fit when he is concentrating.

“Which do you like?” Luke asks turning to me. I have no idea, but a black stud with a navy stripe through it catches my eye.

“That one” I say, pointing to the stud. Luke picks up the packet the stud is in. He looks at it, biting his lip.

“Nice choice” He says. I look at the price tag.

£10.95

Not a bad price, still, in my opinion, a bit dear for a stud, but it’s Luke’s choice. He is holding the stud in the other hand that isn’t holding my hand. He lets go of my hand for a minute while he pays.

“Just this, Luke?” The guy says, he must know Luke, because he is probably here a lot. He hands the guy the packet with the stud in, then the guy checks the price tag.

“Yeah, thanks Matty” Luke says. ‘Matty’ looks about 20/21, only a few years older than me and Luke. Luke smiles and Luke smiles back. Matty is nice looking. He has one of his ears stretched, a lip ring and when he was talking; I could see that he had his tongue pierced. He has several tattoos all that are nice. There is a swallow on his arm, he’s wearing a tank top, a bandana around his arm, camouflaged, and a dragon around his hand. Luke is obviously fitter, but Matty is quite easy on the eye.

“That your girl? Matty asks, trying to whisper so I don’t know what he says.

“Yeah” Luke tries to do the same thing, and I pretend to care about ‘ear studs’.

“She’s a winner, Luke, nice girl” He says, whispering. Luke is smirking; I can see him in the corner of my eye.

“Thanks, Matty, she’s perfect, really” Luke gets handed the stud, by Matty. He (Matty) punches Luke on the shoulder playfully, which Luke does back to him. They land then smile at each other than say bye to each other.