Evie's POV:
"You are surrounding all my surroundings, sounding down the mountain range of my left side brain," I danced around my room as I sang along to one of my favourite songs by Twenty One Pilots. I picked up a few tshirts from the floor and threw them in my dirty clothes basket.
"Evie are you done cleaning your room?" My mum shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah!" I picked up my dirty laundry and went downstairs. I put my clothes in the washing machine and went into the kitchen.
"Did you clean your room properly like I asked you to?" Mum asked me with a stern look on her face.
"Yes mother, I did". "Would you like me to paint the pool pink and sweep the driveway too?" I replied sarcastically.
"Well, we don't have a pool, but now that you've mentioned it, the driveway does look rather dusty," she smiled at me with raised eyebrows.
We were interrupted by a loud banging on the door. "That would be Luke," I said as I made my way over to the door. Luke and I have known eachother since we were three, and he was like a brother to me.
"Evie!" He shouted as he burst through the door."Luke!" I shouted back. He engulfed me in a hug and spun me around. "I haven't seen you in so long," he said to me. "I know, I missed you," I said. "Come on, let's go upstairs," I told him.
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Ding. My phone went off. Luke and I were halfway through season one of American Horror Story. I picked up my phone and saw a text from Harry.
Harry
Hey. You think you can come over and pierce my eyebrow?
Evie
Yeah, i'll be there in 15.
Harry
K, see you then.
"Hey Luke, Harry wants me to come over," I told him.
"Yeah that's fine, I hope you two have a good time," he said while moving his eyebrows up and down.
"Fuck off!" I threw a pillow at him as he was walking out the door. I pulled on a black pair of jeans and an oversized Rolling Stones tshirt. I put on some light concealer and mascara and put my hair up in a pony tail. I slipped on my black converse, grabbed my phone, and left.
I was in front of Harry's door, about to knock for the second time when the door swung open. "Hi," he smilled down at me, both of his dimples showing, "Hey, nice shirt," I said, noticing that he also had on a Rolling Stones shirt. He chuckled, "Thanks, welcome to my humble abode," he said as he stepped aside to let me pass. "Nice house," I commented, looking around while he was leading me to his room.
His room had a queen's sized bed in the middle of it. He had a huge bookshelf against one of the navy blue walls, but instead of books, it was filled with CDs and vinyls. "Wow," I whispered as I ran my fingers along the CDs."Yeah, I have quite the collection," he stated. "But the size of my music collecion isn't what usually makes the girls mouths drop, if you know what I mean," he winked. "What does then? How small your dick is?" I retorted.
"Ok, so the needles and stuff are over here," he said, changing the subject completely. I smiled. "Mkay, you should ice it first though," I said. He scoffed, "I don't need to ice it, i'm a man, I can handle it," he sat down on his bed. "Ok then," I said.
"Where do you want it?" I asked. He pointed to the spot. I took a pen and made two dots where the jewelery would go.
"I'll count to three and then push it through," I told him. Harry nodded his head. As I was getting ready to count, Harry touched a spot on my neck. "Where did you get this sca-"
I shoved the needle through his eyebrow. "Ow fuck!" "Evie you told me you were gonna count!" He shouted. "Sorry, my hand slipped," I said as I put the stud in.
"Your hand fucking slipped?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at me. "Yup, it's all done," I said. He got up to go look in the mirror. "It looks cool, thanks," he said. "No problem".
"Well I should probably go now, my mum may be wondering where I am," I said, picking up my phone. "Um, yeah ok,"
"Bye Harry".
"Bye Evie".
