DOOM AND BLOOM | TEEN WOLF

PROLOGUE

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     "Boy, it's a good think you drew me a picture."

     DAISY SCANNED THE various pictures that were displayed around a local tattoo parlor. She had listened to Scott talk all summer about how he would get a tattoo before school started again for their junior year. She and Stiles were not exactly thrilled about tagging along, especially when the saw their best friend's intended design for themselves.

     The artist held up the folded piece of paper that Scott drew what he wanted permanently inked into his skin. A thick circle surrounded a smaller one inside it. Literally, the simplest tattoo known to man.

     "Hey, Scott, Daisy, sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles called out to his best friends. He held up one of the few books that contained the various tattoo designs that a person could get. The one he chose happened to be a depiction of a large lizard. And not just any lizard, no. It had to be one that looked exactly like the kanima.

     Daisy gave the Stilinski boy a flat look. "Hope you're not being serious."

     He shrugged. "Too soon?"

     Scott nodded. "Too soon."

     "I don't know, man, are you sure about this?" Stiles questioned his male best friend sat in one of the black leather chairs placed in the room. "I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?"

     Daisy sighed. "I think he knows, Stiles. He did just watch me get mine." She gestured to where a gauze bandage now wrapped around her left wrist. She did not plan on getting a tattoo, but she could not pass up the opportunity. It had been nothing too intricate or showing. Daisy chose to get a small depiction of her namesake. A daisy on the inside of her wrist for the rest of her life.

     Stiles shook his head. "I still can't believe you got that. What's your mom going to say when she finds out? I mean, Scott has permission. What do you have?" He exclaimed toward the blonde pointedly.

     Daisy shrugged. "I now have a tattoo." She smiled at the boy, who sported a completely different hairstyle than he had months ago. "Just like you have longer hair."

     "Daisy's right." Scott spoke from his seat. "I'm not changing my mind."

     Stiles did not appear very convinced. "Okay, but why two bands?"

     "I just like it." Scott stated.

     "But, don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?" Stiles voiced. "I mean, Daisy got a daisy, because –well –that's obvious."

     "Getting a tattoo means something." Scott retorted.

     "I don't think that's..."

     The tattoo artist interjected the conversation as he prepared another needle. "He's right. Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word tatua means "to leave a mark". Like, a rite of passage."

     Daisy grinned, while Scott nodded toward the man. "Yeah, you see? He gets it."

     Stiles deadpanned. "He's covered in tattoos, Scott. Literally." He gestured to where dozens of inked images decorated the artist's arms.

     "Okay, you ready?" The man asked Scott as he raised the needle to the boy's left bicep. "You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"

     Scott shook his head. "Nope."

     "I tend to get a little squeamish thought, so..." Stiles trailed off when the artist started the needle. The man held it up to Scott's arm and barely had it pressed to the skin, before Stiles's eyes rolled back into his head and his body dropped to the floor.

     Daisy sighed heavily and glanced toward her now unconscious friend. "I'm so glad he was not here for mine."

     _______

     Once the artist finished with Scott's tattoo, the three friends left the parlor to pack into the Stilinski boy's powder blue jeep. Stiles had woken up a little bit before Scott could stand up from the chair, so Daisy made sure that he did not look toward the needle again. She did not want to help Scott carry him to the jeep.

     Daisy climbed into the backseat, careful not to brush her fresh tattoo against the seats. It would be sore for the next few days, so she wanted to make sure it healed properly.

     Scott shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat. He had pulled down the sleeve over of his t-shirt to cover his thick gauze bandage, but he reached up and shoved it aside to rub beneath the edges.

     "You okay?" Stiles looked over and questioned the McCall boy.

     Scott winced. "Kinda burns."

     Daisy leaned forward with furrowed brows. "Burns?"

     Stiles released a huff. "Yes, you just had your skin stabbed about a hundred thousand times with a needle."

     "So did I, but my skin doesn't burn." Daisy spoke from where she shoved herself in between the front seats. "Sore, yeah, but it doesn't burn."

     Scott groaned. "Yeah, I don't think it's supposed to to feel like this." He gripped the edges of the bandage and began to pull it up.

     "Oh, God!" Stiles exclaimed, not wanting to relive his fainting spell.

     Scott's breathing grew heavier. "No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this. Oh, I gotta take this thing off." He began pulling at the bandage wrapped around his arm.

     Daisy shook her head. "Scott, you're supposed to keep it one for at least a day."

     Stiles stared at the boy in shock and disgust. "No, no, no, no, Scott." He shouted, watching the werewolf peal the bandage off his arm. "Oh, Scott, please stop."

     Daisy looked at her best friend's arm and watched as his tattoo turned red around the edges. Her eyes widened when the black ink began to sink down into Scott's skin and disappeared from sight. "Wow." She breathed.

     "Whoa, whoa." Stiles gaped at the sight.

     "What?" Scott hissed in pain, before his eyes flickered down to this arm. "No, no, come on." He groaned as the last bit of the tattoo no longer sat in on his skin. "It healed."

     Stiles sighed. "Ah, thank, God. I hated it." He exclaimed, which brought both of his best friends to stare at him in disbelief. He winced. "Sorry."

<July 16, 2018>

Welcome to Doom and Bloom! The second book in the Daisy Fulton Series.

It took me a while to figure out how to start this story, but how could I go wrong with my favorite trio bonding over tattoos. 

Here's the same old thing I say at the beginning of every story. My updates are very sporadic. I update whenever I'm inspired, which might not happen for days to weeks or even months. So please, DO NOT comment for me to update. Not to be rude, but it really gets on my nerves.

Don't forget to vote and comment.

-Jordan

P.S. Unedited prologue. The gifs I use in this story or not mine. I get them from Google.