The Tattoo That Started It All (MGK Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

I was sitting in Colson's car listening to the radio on the way to where ever we were going to eat. Turning up the radio, Broken by Seether fills me ears. Amy Lee starts singing and I join in.

The worst is over now and we can breathe again

I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away

There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open

And I don't feel like I am strong enough

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome

And I don't feel right when you're gone away...

I look over to see Colson staring at me, I slap his arm.

"Hey! Pay attention to the road!"

"Oops, I forgot. Sorry." He laughs and looks back at the road. "You know, you've got quite a voice."

I look out the vindow,blushing. "Not really."

"Whatever you say babe."

"Don't call me babe."

"Why?" Should I tell him? No idiot! You barely know him! Whatever you say.

"Just don't." I don't dare turn to see his expression.

"Okay... Well we're here." We had pulled up to the Blake Street Tavern. Of course. He can't stop drinking can he?

I get out of the car ,pull my backup hoodie out of my bag and put it on. Colson just shoots me a glare as we walk towards. He opens the door for me and I walk in. A girl ,wearing the smallest amount of clothes on possible, greets me at the door. According to her name tag, her name's Belle. Original.

"How many people?" She said in a bored tone.

"Two, I guess."

"Sure." She reaches for two menus just as Colson walks in the door. "O. M. G. It's MGK!!" She throws on a big smile and adjusts her 'shirt' to make her boobs look bigger.

"God, can you just get us seats already?!"

"Someones in a bitchy mood." Colson said rolling his eyes.

"Whatever." Belle finally starts walking to a table furthest from the front door, one with the best view of the city and the mountain's.

"Here. Someone'll come take your order at some point." She puts the menus on the table and walks away, mumbling under her breath. Probably insults about me, I could care less. I sit down and stare out the window. We sit in silence for a good five minutes until a waiter comes and takes our order.

"Hello. What can I get you today." From the voice, it a guy.

"I'll take the Surf and Turf with risotto and the best alcoholic drink you have." Typical Colson.

"Okay." I hear him scribbling it down. "And what about you?"

"Chips and salsa."

"Okay." I hear footsteps as he walks away.

As we sit in silence once again, I start counting the cars as they drive by. I hit 157 when Colson speaks up.

"Are you okay?"

I flip my head around and glare at him. "Do you think I'm okay?"

"No."

"Than there's your answer, Now can you just shut up for a minute?" I snap at him.