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"Well, here's the place." Sam said when you guys arrived at a pretty decent shop. Outside the words,"Tattoo Parlor" were printed at the top of the store.
"Are you sure you wanna go with this?" he asked for the 15th time now.
"Yes, I'm sure." you said smiling on the outside but your insides turning inside out. This was the first time you were getting a tattoo and you were nervous.
"Okay." he said smiling and pushed the door to the shop open. The smell of ink and musk entered your nose as you walked in. The walls were painted red and the store had a leather sofa and chairs for the people waiting. There was a counter and the walls were full of tattoo designs. You walked over to a wall full of designs and a particular one grabbed your attention. It was a beautiful black arrow that was about 3 inches long, vines wrapping around the stick of the arrow.
"Do you see anything you like?" you heard someone say behind you. You turned around and saw a guy with messy black hair and gray eyes standing behind you. He looked about 2 years older than you and one of his arms were full of tattoos.
"Actually yes." you said turning your attention back to the arrow.
"Which one?" he asked standing next to you. He was taller than you and he had his lip pierced like Sam did.
"That one." you said pointing to the arrow.
"Nice choice. If you'll come to the back with me, we can get started." he said and walked over to a door, motioning for you to follow him. You walked through the door where the guy disappeared from. The room was smaller and the walls were the same color red as the ones outside. There was a big leather chair in the middle of the room and next to the chair were tools.
"Okay, just take a seat in the chair and we'll get started." he said and you did as you were told.
"Where do you want it?" he asked messing with the tools. You thought for a minute and then answered,
"On my wrist."
He swiped something wet on your wrist and started to do the job. You tried your best not to wince when the needle touched you wrist, making it to hurt a lot, and it took you all your strength not to. Soon enough he was finished and bandaged your wrist.
"All done." he said smiling down on you. You ran your finger over the bandage and looked at him, smiling back.
"Thanks." you said still smiling and he was biting his lip.
"I never got your name," he said when you guys walked out to the main room.
"It's Y/N." you responded and was about to ask his name when Sam came to your side.
"What tattoo did you get?" he asked wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck.
"An arrow?" you said, making it sound like a question. Sam's behavior confused you because he wasn't exactly the PDA one, especially in front of a person.
"Are you guys dating?" asked the dude looking at you two. Before you could answer, he grabbed your hand and said
"Yes we are. And I'm her boyfriend. Her boyfriend of a year and a half. Her boyfriend who loves her. Did I mention I was her boyfriend? Her boyfriend of a year and a half? Her boyfriend that loves her?" he said glaring at him.
"Chill dude. I can get a hint." he smiled, winking at Sam. He rolled his eyes and you nudged him in the side.
"Thanks for the tattoo...." you said trailing off.
"Vic." he smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets.
You didn't get to say bye to Vic before Sam dragged you out the parlor.
"What was that about?" you asked pushing him away. He just looked at you and shook his head, walking away from you.
"Sam!" you yelled walking after him.
"Sam!" you yelled again getting more frustrated. You were getting tired and you were about to give up.
"Sam," you yelled one more time.
"I give up." you yelled and turned around to walk the other way. You walked for a few minutes until you felt a hand on your shoulder. Your first instinct was to scream but then the person kissed you. The kiss felt familiar and so did the scent of the person. You pulled away and saw Sam standing there.
"Honestly Sam. Running after you is like chasing a cloud. One minute you won't stop running and this next you're coming back. I don't understand you." you said staring in his eyes and tugging at his hair.
