The Boy With Tattoos

Chapter 4

 Chapter 4

Picture of James on the side ----->

James P.O.V

"Ouch!"

"Hold on man don't move," I said patiently for the third time.

"Sorry, I cant help it" Ryan, my best friend, said as he tried to stay still.

"Just try not to squirm or else I will mess up," I told him.

I saw him grin at me, "Since when do you mess up on a tattoo?" he joked.

"Mostly never," I replied "But if you keep moving then I will," I told him sternly turning back on the tattoo gun and going back to his back.

I was giving him a tattoo of a skull on the side of his ribs and he kept squirming around making this take longer than it should.

As I began to fill up the skull with ink he began to squirm again and he swallowed a groan, "Shit this hurts" he mumbled closing his eyes tightly.

"Come on worse than your collar bones?" I asked.

He opened his eyes at that and frowned, "Almost, shit that was torture back then! I really did think you were making me suffer on purpose!" he said.

I laughed quietly "Why would I want to do that?" I joked, I had many reasons to why I should want to make my best friend suffer but back then when I had tattooed a name across his chest and collar bones I had done nothing to make him suffer more than he should've.

"I dont know, maybe for all those pranks I pulled on you when we were in high school?" he suggested sucking in a big breath of pain.

Ryan and I had been best friends since middle school, we've been friends even after high school when he left for the marines and I stayed behind, working on opening my own tattoo shop.

As you can already tell, I love tattoos, to me they're a symbol of something very meaningful or in other cases, special. A little memory planted on your skin, on your body. A way to express yourself without having to say anything at all.

I always tell the people who come into my shop indecisive that when they get a tattoo and they're older, their skin might sag and get wrinkled, the tattoo might not look so nice when they're 60, everyone knows that. Unless they're like super fit and healthy. But I always tell them that they will always remember that point in their life when they decided to be crazy enough to get one. They'll always look at the little memory on their skin and be transported back to the time when they got it, to the meaning of that tattoo.

"Almost done," I told Ryan.

"Hurry up," he groaned.

"Oh shut up pussy, if you didnt keep squirming I'd be done already" I smirked taking my sweet ass time making sure the tattoo was perfect.

Ok yeah, maybe I did like to make him suffer, but just a little.

"So what are you going to do Jamie?" he asked after a while.

"About what?"

"Those problems you have at your home" he said.

"My dad can go sue any other person, Im not paying him back anything" I mumbled.

"How much do you owe him again?" he asked.

"Done," I said instead smiling in approval at the tattoo, truth is I didnt want to talk about my financial problems with Ryan, he didnt need to know in how much deep shit I was in.