Our Infamous Romance

Chapter 12

*The next day*

Chris ran his fingers through his hair as he hustled through the parking lot; it was still damp from the shower he had taken that morning. He was late for his meeting with Megan and only had time to draw on his eyebrows and throw on a Misfits shirt, black skinny jeans, and his Tom’s. They were meeting to discuss his want to remove the tattoos on his fingers. Chris opened the door to Megan’s shop and a cool breeze created by the a/c hit him. "Hey!" Chris yelled out after seeing Megan bent over reading something on her desk. She looked up and a smile grew across her lips; "hey!" she responded. Chris walked over to her desk and sat down. "what ‘cha readin’?" Chris asked failing at trying to read the magazine upside down. "Oh, just an article about how tattoo popularity is increasing and so is people’s judgement on them." Megan said closing the magazine and throwing on a shelf. She was wearing a black corset, white shorts, and black flip flops. She flipped her long hair over her left shoulder and sat down across from him. She actually did resemble Sam a little bit. "So, what ‘cha thinking?" she asked. "Just that I want these tattoos gone." Chris responded looking down at the mess of letters on his knuckles. "I rushed into it and didn’t think." Megan chuckled. "Well that’s two mistakes especially when you’re talking about tattoos." She said. Chris chuckled as well. "Yeah I know." There was a slight pause before Megan spoke again; "well it’s good that your letters are only black. Well not "good" but it’ll take a shorter time to get the tattoo off." Chris knew a lot about giving the tattoo but not removing them. He just knew it was a long and expensive process. "What does that mean?" Chris asked. "I know that it’s a long process but will that be shortened by it only being black?" Megan clacked her tongue against her cheek. "Well yes. If you had different colors like green or red, or say like you tried to remove the zombie girl on your hand, they would remove the green first. Then they would go on removing the rest of the colors one at a time. The black would be the last color to be taken off. But each color would require several treatments so it is a very long process." "And expensive." Chris added. "Sadly yes. But that’s the price we pay for not thinking through putting something permanent on our bodies." Megan responded. Chris nodded. He had wanted to remove the tattoos on his knuckles for a long time but since it was such a long process he didn’t want to get it done while he was on tour. "The only thing I see is that this tour is so packed this year." Chris started off. "I get a week off after this tour then I have to go to the UK. So I really don’t think I can get it done this year." Megan nodded. She turned her head to look out the window at the people walking down the street. It was quiet again, not an awkward quiet, but a quiet that people felt like they should fill but didn’t know how.

Megan finally broke the silence; "So, how’s Sam doin’?" Chris was surprised that she even knew about Sam, he hadn’t even mentioned Sam to her yet. "Oh, umm fine. How did you-" "Twitter." Megan interjected. "People tag me in comments about her and you. They say she’s a knock off of me." Megan said doing quotation marks with her fingers. "Yeah, I hear that a lot." Chris said back. "She’s really pretty." Megan said. "I’m not saying that because she looks like me, she really is." Chris felt himself blush as he ran his hands through his now dry hair. "Thanks, I know she is." "I heard she’s talented too." Megan said flipping her hair over her other shoulder. "Yeah she really is. She got a paid in full scholarship to the best art college in Michigan." "Really? Have you seen any of her work?" Megan asked. "Yeah." Chris responded yawning. "She does all mediums. She can get it so realistic. You artist types are so damn amazing." Megan chuckled and shot him a smile. She opened her mouth to say something when Chris’ phone began to vibrate. Chris looked down and saw that it was Ricky. Chris hit accept; "what?" he asked. "Sorry to interupt but we need you back." Ricky said. "They moved our show tomorrow two hours earlier and we’re behind schedual." Chris heard Ricky pause to take a drag of his cigarette. "So if you could head back, we’d really appreciate it." That was a subtle way of Ricky saying "get your fucking ass back to the bus." "Fine, I’ll head head out." Chris responded hanging up. "Got somewhere to be?" Megan asked getting up from her chair. "Yeah, we need to get going. Some fuck head moved our show two hours earlier. I’m sorry." Chris said flipping his hair out of his face. "No it’s fine, I understand. You rock stars can’t slow down even for a minute." Megan said giggling. For some reason that comment bugged Chris. It felt like she was making reference to their past relationship. Instead of saying anything Chris just chuckled and smiled at her. "Well, I’ll be seeing you." Megan said opening her arms for a hug. Chris smiled at her and accepted her hug. "Bye." He said before turning away and going out the door.