Today is a day of changes, physical changes. The whole 45 minute drive to the tattoo shop I had the biggest knots of nerves in my stomach. I had asked a Gaby and Danny if they could hold my hand or something while getting tattooed but everyone was busy so now I have to go all by myself to a different part of town that Ive never been to, to do something Ive never done before, in a room full of strangers.
Should I wait a little longer? It feels a little sudden to get a tattoo and piercing right after last night. Ive had this appointment for months I cant just cancel. Its now or never. I already have a septum piercing, which I love, but I want to get more.
I pull up to the tattoo shop having to remind myself how to breathe properly while my knuckles became white from gripping the wheel so hard. I never noticed that the beautiful stranger also sitting in their car, beside me was watching my whole little nervous panic. I feel my face heat up in embarrassment and give him a small smile with a big sigh. He flashed a bright white straight-toothed smile at me like if he was amused by my nerves.
Before I do anything else to embarrass myself, I leave my car and make myself walk into the bustling shop full of diverse people. I walk to the front desk with my little shitty drawing of what I wanted, my hands shaking as I showed it to the clerk before attempting to speak over the loud rap music blasting from the hung up speakers around the shop I, um, I wanted to get this tattoo and my nipples pierced.
I hear the bell attached to the door ring, signaling someone walked in. I peer over my shoulder out of curiosity and see it was the stranger from the car.
What? He leans in closer making me tense but I sigh again before repeating myself louder than I should have I want to get this tattoo and my nipples pierced!
I feel my face heat up in embarrassment yet again, what a surprise, everybody in the waiting room was looking at me, judging me. How can I blame them? I know I would look at somebody weird if they yelled I want my nipples pierced. I mean, it is pretty sexual in a way and kinky.
Okay, where do you want your tattoo? He begins the process
On my right ribs, about the size of my palm.
Can I measure your palm than? He pulls out a ruler and grabs my wrist abruptly to measure.
About 3 to 4 inches. I nod to agree
Okay, all of our stations are full so fill out this application and wait for somebody to finish up.
I grab a pen from the cup holder they had available and sat down on the long black couch that lined up against the wall. After writing my name, I look up at the attractive mystery man that finds my suffering amusing only for him to look over his shoulder at me to which I quickly looked back down at my application.
When I reached halfway through the first of three papers, the mystery man took the seat next to me making our thighs touch like if there wasnt more than enough space for him further along the couch. I scooted to the right a little annoyed.
Oh, Im sorry I didnt notice how close I got. I hear his soothingly, lovely deep voice for the first time. Its the kind of voice you could hear for hours and never get tired of. I look into his hypnotizing sparkling hazel eyes, afraid to seem creepy by staring for too long, i forced my gaze elsewhere.
Its okay. I dismiss, feeling hot for some reason I move my hair to one side, exposing my neck like if it was a target for him and I wanted him to attack.
Whats your name? He continues, I look up at him to see him licking his full red lips to which I quickly looked away.
Natassia. I reply as I try my best to focus on my application.
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Nothing But A Memory
Teen FictionNatassia a 17 year old Cuban-American that stands at 5'3 with short red hair, rose gold septum, full lips and sparkling honey brown eyes, could have never predicted the sharp twist and turns her life would take in the span of only a few months. Nata...