"Rose, get some clothes on and come down here" I hear Jason yell, as i lay in his bed. I sit up, rubbing my eyes and I stand up.
I walk out of his room, and into the the closet looking for something to wear. I look out the window quickly, to see it is raining. I walk back into the closet, slipping on brown shirt shirt and a pair of jean shorts.
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I walk down the stairs and see Jason and an man, that I have never seen before in the living room. They both look up at me, and I walk to Jason's side.
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"Rose, this is Romeo" Jason says, placing his arm around my waist, "He is a tattoo artist, I'm getting a few more today" he says and I look up at him.
"So you're the infamous Rose I am constant hearing about?" He says, and I turn around, hidding in Jason's chest as he hugs me.
"She's a bit shy" Jason says rubbing my back in small circles. I hear Romeo laugh, and I look back at him.
"I have the stuff in the truck, I'll be right back" Romeo says before, walking out of the house.
"What are you getting Jason? Where is it going? Why is-"
"Kitten, slow down. You'll find out when I get them" he says, placinging his lips on ny forehead, "Trust me I know you'll love them" he says, Romeo walk back in with a cart of stuff.
"Where are we setting up?" Romeo asks, as Jason guides him into an almost empty room, with a couch and a chair on the other side.
Jason sits on the chair, as Romeo pulls the cart next to him. I sit on the couch, watching them. Romeo brings a cloth to Jasons arm, rubbing it over his skin, and picking up the tattoo gun.
Romeo starts tattooing Jason as he sits there, not even blinking from the pain of the needles.
***
"Rose, wake up sweetheart" I hear someone whisper into my ear, as my eyes peel open slowly.
I look up to see Jason with a smile on his face, and I smile back at him. He sits next to me, and I look down at the paper towel on his arm. I my eyes go back and forth in between his arm and his eyes, and he laughs.
