Today we sat down and wrote a song, just like you do casually. I felt a bit horrible because of the morning sickness, but vic was super sweet and rubbed my back and made me tea which was so sweet. We were all up at like half past seven (I was, and I accidentally stepped on jaime so he was swearing so everyone else was up), so Toni and mike went and brought food at some place down the road, then jaime went back to sleep because he was woken up very ungraciously, so we let him go back to sleep. Vic and I just sort of sat around playing silly songs on his guitar and making up lyrics, and we ended up with the chorus to a song. They came back with food, jaime woke up, ate and then went back to bed and we worked on the song, then I made sandwiches for lunch, then we watched an enitre season of the Big Bang theory, and one by one everyone went to bed. Jaime, then Toni, and mike followed shortly afterwards, leaving Vic and I to clean up the ice cream cartons, bowls of popcorn kernels and spoons everywhere.
"So how long are you here for?" Vic asked, drying as I washed up
"Until I book a return flight. I've spent the past three months on a plane at least once every two weeks"
"Well traveled then. By the end of warped you will have been to nigh on every state in the USA, and if you come on the Europe leg of the tour you'll be going to nigh on every country in Europe"
"We're just going to go with it, see how things turn out I guess"
"How many tattoos have you got?" He asked, touching my arm very gently
"A lot. Many you can't see, and I plan to get more" he stood there, tracing my tattoos on my arm for a few minutes and I let him because it felt nice, no one ever really was fascinated by my tattoos.
"I really warn to get one but I don't want it to be in a place you can see like jaime and all them lot"
"On your bum. No one will ever know and plus they don't hurt apparently"
"If I get one will you come with me?" He asked
"Sure. If you want we could even get matching ones"
"You get tattoos so casually, how do you not worry about all this going on your skin for permanent? Do you regret any of them?"
"One. I had a few friends in year eleven of high school who thought they were so badass and hardcore, and one of them brought an illegal tattoo gun"
"Oh god, what happened?" He sat on the side and watched me intently
"Um" the memory made me laugh "it's been a long time since I even told anyone this story. I wanted to blend in with them, and because they were drawing on eachother and themselves with this tattoo gun so casually, like it was biro that would wash off in the shower, I wanted to join in, but I wanted a funny one. At first I considered a monkey on my boob, then thought no because how embarrassing"
"So what did you get?" He asked, his legs swinging
"Stoned is what I got. A word of advice. Never, ever, under any circumstances, get a tattoo on the bottom of your foot"
"Are you crazy?" He laughed
"Silly yes. Crazy no. To be honest I don't really regret it, it's pretty cool. I regret getting it done by a teenage boy who had no idea what he was doing but had a very good and steady hand when it came to drawing. So I now have mario on the bottom of my left foot and luigi on the bottom of my right foot" I showed him and he laughed
"So yeah, I don't need a meaning for my tattoos. I like the memories that are made when I get them, and I like how they look"
"So what do you wanna get?" We finished putting the dishes away and quietly tidied up
