"I love you"//Kian Lawley

2.5

(This chapter is all a flashback to when Dawn first moved to LA)
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Dawn PoV
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"Come on, We got to get to the new house!" My mom smiled. I grabbed my luggage and walked with my mom. "When will Julian be visiting?" I asked, Getting in the car. "Next week" She smiled. I nodded my head, Looking at everything I could. "So I've been thinking about this for like a really long time and it's always been a dream to come to America and I finally am. So I'm asking for your permission to get my first tattoo" I said, Looking over at my mom. "What would it symbolize?" She asked, "Because getting a tattoo is permanent. Unless you get it removed which is more money. So what would it be and what would it symbolize?" she added.
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"I want to get a dream catcher on my right side. It would start here and end here." Gesturing where on my body. "And it would symbolize to catch your dreams and keep them until you fulfill them" I finished. "Fine. You can. But I have to be there" I nodded and smiled, Looking back out the window.
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"Come on!" I smiled, Running into the tattoo parlor. I was wearing a black crop top and some work out shorts with my vans. My mother rolled her eyes and I went up to the counter. I sat in the chair and a boy who looked around my age with blond hair walked out. His right arm had a few tattoos while his left was covered in them. "What are you getting?" He asked, Putting on a pair of black gloves. I told him what I wanted and where and he nodded.
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I laid on my left side for like ever, It hurt but I got used to it. "Is this your first tattoo?" He asked, Wiping some ink away. "Yeah" I said. "A big tattoo too? That's pretty cool I guess" He chuckled. I slightly smiled, "Where are you from? I noticed you have an accent" He smiled, Focusing on my side. "I just moved from Australia like yesterday and I moved into my house today" I answered.
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"You look young, Do your parents know you're getting a tattoo?" He asked. "Yeah. My moms with me since it's my first tattoo. Plus she had to drive me because I'm 15" I laughed a bit. "You're 15?" He almost yelled, Chuckling. "Yeah" I smiled. He glanced over at the picture of the tattoo before going back at it with the needle.
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"I'm Kian by the way" He smiled once he finished. "I'm Dawn" I said, Shaking hid his after standing up. He put some wrap on it and told me what to do. I nodded. "Bye" I said, after paying and leaving with my mom.
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(Six months later; still flashback)
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I just turned sixteen and I'm going back to the tattoo parlor. I got my license about six months ago, When my birthday was. My mom didn't know though. I walked inside and saw Kian sitting in the back. I still remember him, I wonder if he remembers me. He was wearing black ripped jeans and a white shirt with a denim jacket on. He had a flower crown on, Propping his blonde hair back.
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I was wearing another pair of work out shorts and a light pink tank top and my flip flops. "Hi." I smiled. He caught my eye, I was at the counter explaining what I wanted. "I can do this one" Kian said, Smiling at me.
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"Whatcha getting now?" He asked, Putting on a pair of gloves. "I wanted a small open heart on my waist" I answered, Showing him a picture. He nodded, I pulled the left side of the shorts down, laying on my back. My shorts were pulled down right at the end of my hip bone.
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"How've you been?" Kian asked. "Good I guess, I like it here" I smiled, Staring at the ceiling. "That's good" He mumbled, Focusing on the tattoo. "Are you here with your mom again?" He asked. "Nope. She doesn't know I'm here" I laughed slightly. "Wow" He breathed, Laughing a bit.
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I paid, when I turned to leave, "Hey Dawn?" I turned back around, Facing Kian. "Yeah?" I asked. "When I'm done with my shift, Do you wanna hang out?" He asked, His gaze shifting towards his feet while his hands rested in his pockets. "Sure" I smiled. He gave me his number and I left.
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I drove home to my mom calling me. "Hello?" I asked. "Where are you!?" She screamed. "I'm on my way home" I said. "Good. Because you're not leaving after that" She said and hung up. I turned my car back around and went back to parlor.
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"Back? Again?" Kian chuckled, Sitting at the counter. "If I go home then I can't hang out and I don't wanna blow you off like that" I smiled, Sitting down. "Yeah. This sounds bad but I'm glad you turned around because I'm busy this whole week." He chuckled. "With what? Give me some input of your life" I smiled, Putting my elbows on the counter and setting my head in my hands.
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"I have to hang out with my friend tomorrow and then Saturday I have to film a video and then I work and close for the rest of the week" He answered. "What do you mean 'film a video'?" I asked, Lifting my head. "I like to post YouTube videos" He chuckled. "You're a youtuber?" I laughed, Smiling. "That's cool. I've always wanted to actually be an actress" I smiled. "Then why aren't you? Catch your dreams with that dream catcher of yours" He chuckled.
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"So how many subscribers?" I asked, Walking down the street with Kian. "Around a million maybe" He said, I smiled at him. "That's actually really cool, Do you have any talent?" I asked, Looking up at him. He chuckled, "Sure. I'm hilarious" But it came out sarcastic. I rolled my eyes. "What about you?" He asked, Looking back down at me. "I liked to sing" I smiled.
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"Thank you for making me live life a little" I laughed, Leaning on my car. "If you want real adventures call me" He chuckled. I smiled at him. "Well. I hope you have fun with your friend tomorrow and with your videos. Bye Kian" I said. "Bye" He breathed, Walking down to his car. I got into my car and drove home for the awaiting lecture.
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I pulled into the schools parking lot. I got out and walked inside, Feeling dizzy. I made my way to the office with little help.

Kian: hey busy?

Me: yeah actually I'm in school right now

Kian: I forgot sorry . Are you busy after ?

Me: nope. Why? Plans get cancelled?

Kian: actually yeah . Go to the tattoo parlor after school and we're getting fro yo .

Me: okay I have to go, bye

I looked at the lady giving me a dirty look. "I'm sorry. Do you have a problem for me texting someone. I was asking for directions home after because you know I'm from Australia so I know nothing around here" I lied. Her face went straight. "So, problem?" I asked.
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After school I got in my car to go meet up with Kian. "Hey" I said, Walking up to him. "Hey" he smiled. "Ready?" He asked. I nodded and we started walking. We made our way to the yogurt place and Kian's gaze fell on someone. "Let's just go somewhere else" He quickly said and pushed me out the door. "Why?" I asked, Trying to go back inside. "Because someone cancelled on me and I'm mad at them" I rolled my eyes, "Are you known for running away from your problems?" The words slipped from my mouth, Instantly regretting it. "Excuse me?" He asked. "I'm sorry, I di-" He cut me off. "You know nothing about me so don't make assumptions, Alright? Maybe actually try to be nice and not sarcastic. Because I don't want my anxiety going haywire in there" He snapped and walked off. "Kian, I'm sorry" I called after him. "Go say sorry to your parents for raising a bitch" he yelled at me.
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I walked into the fro yo placed, Looking at the boy who Kian looked at. He looked over at me and got up. "Were you with Kian?" He asked. "No" I said and pushed past him. "Well I'm-" I cut him off. "I don't like talking to strangers. So don't talk to me okay? I'm sorry for being rude but please just piss off" I said, Grabbing a paper bowl. The guy shrugged and left.
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I walked into the tattoo parlor. "Is Kian working at all today?" I asked. "Yeah, From 8 to 11, Why?" He asked. "I need to stop by-" he cut me off. "Don't affect Kian's job here. Talk to him in your personal time" I sighed, "I don't know where he lives and I need to talk to him" I snapped. The guy walked out and then came back in, Handing me a paper. I looked down at it, Having an address. "Thank you" I quickly left and punched the address in, Almost speeding.
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"You're gonna hate me" I said do myself, Knocking on the big brown hair. A boy with brown hair and bracelets running up his arms opened the door. "Is um, Kian here?" I asked. He nodded, "Come in" He smiled. When I stepped in, I saw the boy from the fro yo place on the couch. "Kian! Some girl is here!" The boy with bracelets yelled.
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Kian ran down the stairs and stopped when he saw me. "Why the hell are you here?" He groaned, He turned around and went back upstairs. "Kian" I said, Pushing past the guy and running up after him. "Dawn, Please leave" He begged. "Are you running away from me?" I asked. "Trying" he answered. "And I'm a problem to you" I said. "Stop!" He yelled at me, His eyes got darker, And he walked towards me, He placed his hands on my shoulders. "Please just leave" He whispered. He walked away and went into his room.
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I walked back down stairs. "I'm Ricky" the boy said. I nodded. "Are you okay?" He asked. "I'm fine" I smiled and left. Before I got to my car, Someone pulled my arm, Turning me around. "Will you go on a date with me?" He asked out of breath. I looked at him. "Of course" I smiled. "And I'm sorry" He added. "It's okay Kian. I'm 16, I get mood swings and I get mad and" I sighed. "I'm sorry" I said. "Don't be sorry. I deserved that" He smiled.