The sun had set and its orangey colours were twirling in the sky turning into night.
Finn said that he wanted to make one more stop, a stop to help me 'remember' our first date.
He had pulled up outside a tiny shop on the corner of the street. There was a line window in the front of the shop which you couldn't even see into and over the door hung a lit up sign reading 'tattoo'.
'No' I said flatly.
'Why not?' He demanded.
'Finn, no' I said.
'Huh, I guess you are the naive small town girl I thought you were' he smirked at me.
'I am not' I folded my arms so he knew I was being serious.
'Prove it' he growled.
I my lip so hard I started to taste blood. I knew I would regret this for the rest of my life and if my parents found out I'd probably be grounded until I was eighteen. But I didn't want Finn to think I was scared and naive.
I brushed past him and walked straight into the tattoo shop.
What am I doing
'Not so naive i guess' Finn said amused.
'I can here you' I said, somewhat annoyed.
'That's the point' I could tell he was smirking. I loved it when he smirked.
'Finn!' The short fat guy running the shop shouted.
The man was completely bald and heavily tattooed, if he hadn't been extremely fat then he would've been someone that I was scared of.
'Hey, George' Finn said smugly.
'Who is this lucky lady' he said nodding towards me.
'My girlfriend'
My heart was in my mouth.
Girlfriend
I smiled politely even though I was most uncomfortable. I was already sweating because of how nervous I was and the small shop added to it.
Finn grabbed me by the arm and dragged me over to a desk. There was rows of scrapbook which I guess held tattoo ideas.
'How do you know him?'
'My dads friend' he trailed off at the end, he never spoke about his parents.
I picked up some of the books and started looking for something half decent and tiny.
'No no, I'm choosing what you get' Finn whispered.
I stared at him with wide eyes, there was no way I was letting his choose something a fat man was going to draw on my body that would be there forever.
'No, no way'
'Relax, I already know what and you'll love it' he rubbed his hand up my arm, pleasant tingles shot up and down my spine.
'Fine but I swear to god if you get the word princess, were over' I said bluntly.
'Were a thing now?' He said with raised eyebrows.
I felt the colour burn in my cheeks, I thought he said I was his girlfriend.
'I but you said, you called me your-'
'Relax princess, I'm joking' he grinned.
He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me close to him. He put one hand under my chin and tilted my head up so we were gazing into each others eyes.
'You're so fucking beautiful'
I decided to say thank you in a different way. I pushed the back of his head down and we were kissing, it was light but passionate. Meaningful. I ran my hands through his windswept hair.
I felt the man watching us and it made me feel uncomfortable. I moved away slightly.
'Finn' I was breathless.
He pulled me back in but I couldn't carry on knowing he was there.
'I'll let you pick my tattoo, as long as it's not bigger than a quarter' I laughed a little, it was mainly a nervous laugh.
He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and sketched something out, I tried to take a look but he snatched it up and gave it to George.
George nodded in approval.
'Make It look abit better though' Finn laughed.
'Yeah please do he's a horrible drawer'
'Hey!' Finn tried to defended himself but I knew he was right.
I decided to get it on my shoulder because all I really wore were sweaters so I figured that would be the best place for it to be hidden.
I pulled down the shoulder of my sweater and took a deep breath.
