Falling...

Chapter 2

A/N here is so more Info and fun to continue. I hope everyone enjoys the story and can grow as excited as I am to read it... well.. I'm writing it. But you know what I mean.

My face starts to grow warm as I know my cheeks turn red. I slap his arm and tell him to stop that. It just makes him be even more vile. He stands up and starts humping the air and moaning. Which while doing this makes the other people in the shop stare right over at him and me. I beg him with my eyes to stop doing it and he sits back down to get going on my work. I just roll my eyes and sit back waiting for him to start grinding on me. 

I close my eyes and start to feeling the slight buzzing on my skin and just softly moan. Ducky eyes me up and just goes back to doing his thing. Being tattooed is like a drug to me. I love to feel the needles vibrate on my arm, the feeling of something new, looking at the beautiful artwork, and then keeping it healthy to show the world. I didn't always think this way though. I was different before my parents died. I was also 16 and there aren't many teenagers that wanted tattoos. Piercings were bigger.

I remember a morning where I woke up on a Sunday. Before my parents had even gotten up, I prayed next to my bed, got a shower, and was ready making breakfast for them before we headed to mass. It was amazing to be there, looking beautiful. I never really believed in it because I have never had any miracles, but I had my parents beliefs and I would never hurt them. Since their accident I have yet to pray anymore. I figure if God was going to hear me; he could listen when I dream or day dream in my head.

I know its hard to believe, but I was a cheerleader. I was in pep squad. I use to strive to be the student council president, to lead every group, and to make straight A's. I didn't change much after they died. They had nice life insurance policies thankfully. I kept the home until I graduated and then sold it using the money that was left over. That's when I moved here and enrolled in college and have been here since. I took some summer classes to get through high school quicker. So I graduated early, but still made a point to walk with my class. I had friends in school and I missed them.

I haven't talked to any of them since I moved. Its like they stayed friends with me to be the one that was friends with the girl that had her parents die. They didn't want to look rude if they didn't want to be around me. I understood and I didn't care. I wanted to have people around me so that I could get rid of the numb feeling I had. I was a daddy's girl and my mother was my best friend. I will forever love them and never forget them. 

 Ducky is still grinding on me, just in a different spot now and I have had my eyes closed just thinking about my family. I finally decided to brush it all away for now in the back of my head. I am getting the one thing I love the most done and I love it. So I sigh, open my eyes, and fidget a bit. This gets Ducky's attention and he looks up from what he is doing and stares at me. A playful grin starts to form on his mouth and he blows me another kiss.

"Ducky, you better stop that or Constance is gonna kill me."

"Nah, she knows you and I are like brother and sister, a sister that pays me, but still."

I begin to giggle as he makes a goofy face at me. He is a crack up, but he does have a girlfriend that would kill for him. He probably being a guy doesn't realize how much she loves him. There was a time after one of my sessions that she was waiting outside his studio next to my car. Apparently he comes home happier after a session with me and she figured it out by talking to Evie. I did know who she was so I immediately had a smile, but it was wiped away quickly. 

She told me that I was to behave myself and to stop flirting with her boyfriend. She has had broken hearts before and probably would break if Ducky left her for me. I assured her that he was only my tattoo artist and there was nothing more going on. I would try to control any flirts, but I couldn't completely stop joking with him or he would know what was going on. She agreed and thanked me for being so honest and open with her. In truth, I wasn't being honest. I did like Ducky and I was to late trying to even bark up that tree he had already found Constance by the time I got the nerve.