The Tattoo That Started It All (MGK Fan Fiction)

I'm leaning against the chair as the needle hits my skin over and over again. But the pain is worse than it should be. I tell the tattoo artist to stop and I put on my sweatshirt. I walk out and see a poster for a free concert. A MGK concert to be exact. I go and sit in the top row and Rook, Colson's drummer, is in front of me. Singing. He must be pretty wasted. I turn and see Colson close by, which kicks in my fan girl instincts. I walk up to him, "Can I ask you something?"  

"Sure but make it fast I have to go up soon," he says without even looking up.

 "Do you happen to have some pills?" He looks at me with a weird look on his face. "Duh, sorry, I meant like ibuprofen."

"Oh sure. Why if I can ask?" He says as he starts digging in the bag by his feet.

 "Um I was getting my tattoo done and it hurt worse than it should so I had to stop." 

"You're lucky.I have a brand new bottle with me." he hands me the bottle. 

"How many can I take?" I say while I take off the plastic safety thing. He laughs, god I love his laugh. Shut up Sam.

"Have you never taken pills before?"

"I have,  I just had different intentions" I look down, ashamed. 

"Oh...ok. Um well, how old are you?"

"Seventeen," But when I look up he's watching the concert as the audience screams encore. 

"Oh sorry. Um I'd take five or six. It looks like I'm not going on for another hour or two."

Why is he so fidgety?  "Isn't this your concert though?"

"Yeah but I like to share the stage."

"Oh." We lock eyes for a few moments. I turn away from his piercing blue eyes and look at the performers.He puts his hand on my shoulder and I yelp from shock and pain.

"Shit I'm so sorry what happened?"

"New ink"

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Can I see?"

"Sure." I lift up my black Lace Up sweatshirt so he can see my back easier. Thank god I wore my bikini top.

"Umm what-" I cut him off before he could finish.

"I know its unfinished but an anchor to answer your question"

"Fuck what did the guy do? You're bleeding everywhere. Lets go get you cleaned up."

"Okay..." I stand up but fall over lightheaded.

"Woah are you alright? When was the last time you ate something?" He said after catching me.

"Three weeks ago I think"

" Shit you need to eat no wonder you're so tiny. Come on before you faint."

"Okay," I say softly and Colson takes me backstage. We walk by one of his friends as he yells something along the lines of,"That's your third one tonight. Are you tired yet?" Colson says something under his breath.

He take a right and walks into a bathroom. The men's bathroom to be exact but I could honestly care less. I just want to go to bed. He leads me to the sink and I sit on the counter.

"I'll be right back I'm gonna need a couple rags and the first aid kit." I never responded, I just stare off into space. I look down and realize that it'd probably be best to put my sweatshirt back on since it's not dark. Everyone can see my arms and that's a big no no in my book. I slide my arms into my sleeves and wince in pain, eventually giving up on putting it on just enough keep my arms covered. Colson walks in with a shirt, first aid kit and a some white rags.