The Cabin •Jc Caylen•

52. "Ten thousand dollar tattoos"

Jc got off the chair and looked over at me, "look at it" he smiled.

"I think it's gorgeous" I said as I got closer and admired it. It was small but it was still very detailed.

"Now it's your turn" he said as he looked back at the chair.

I gulped down the knot in my throat and nodded my head slowly. I walked over to the chair and laid down. Jc left it warm from when he was sitting here.

"Will it hurt?" I asked as he began to change the needle.

"Not as much as the first one" he said, "is this your first one?"

I nodded my head slowly, "it's my first"

"Okay ill start in a few seconds" he said as he made a funny face and slipped on a new pair of latex gloves, "here we go"

I closed my eyes and gripped Jc's hand. Once he pressed the needle against my skin I flinched, "you can't move because I'll either mess up or hurt you"

"I know I'm sorry" I said as I bit the inside of
My lip.

He started again and I gripped Jc's hand. His phone started blowing up with messages. Probably since we got service here his notifications just came in late.

"Babe I'll be back I just need to make a call" he said as he let go of my hand and stood up.

"Oh okay, well hurry back" I said as he walked out the door.

After a while I got used to the pain of a needle going in and out my skin. The burning sensation somehow began to feel pleasant.

"What kind of boyfriend is that? Leaves you alone while you're getting your very first tattoo. Especially of his name" he said with sarcasm in his voice.

I rolled my eyes, "so what's your name? Or am I going to have to keep calling you 'the artist'?" I asked as I looked into his green eyes.

"Artist doesn't seem too bad but my name is Asher" he said as he wiped the tattoo with a what seemed like a baby wipe.

"It suits you" I said as I leaned back and closed my eyes, "you can expect an Asher to be covered in tattoos and have a rudeish personality"

"Oh really?" He asked, "Bailey was expected from you"

I opened my eyes and looked at him, "tell me three facts about me then"

"What will I get in return? A kiss?"

"As if" I chuckled, "I'll give you money for your tattoo shop"

He looked up at me for a quick second, "money? What are you rich?" He chuckled.

"I don't know, am I?" I asked as I smirked.

"Okay I'll take that bet" he said as he dragged the cloth through my fresh tattoo" I payed close attention to what he had to say about me, "number one, you obviously have money or maybe your parents since you just offered to give me money for my shop" he said.

"That is true" I said slowly as he smiled.

He looked at me for a few seconds examining my face, "I'm going to take the risk and say you're not as old as your boyfriend, I would say you're not even in your twenties, I'm going to say you're probably eighteen, nineteenth the most"