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chelsea.

"on a scale of one to i'm so ready for this kind of shit, how ready are you?"

"for the hundredth time, i'm so ready for this shit, sam." i tell her, rolling my eyes playfully.

"i'm just scared for you, chelsea! a lot of things can go wrong while getting a tattoo." sam whines.

"and what are those?" i ask her, tapping away on my phone.

"well, you can acquire all sorts of different diseases. did you know that kid from history class got aids because she got a huge ass tattoo on her-"

"shut it, sammy. i'm not stupid. i've considered the risks and i am doing this."

her lips curl into a creepy smile. "you're sure you're not scared yet, chelsea? not even a tiny bit?"

i sighed, placing my phone on my lap as i face the blonde who is currently pacing around the room in front of me.

"how many times do I have to say it? i'm ready. besides, it's my brother who's going to do the tattoo. it's not like he's some random stranger."

sam sighs, running her fingers through her hair. "fine."

i squeal. i don't squeal quite often because that is rather odd but right now, i didn't really care. this girl has finally agreed to a decision that wasn't even hers in the first place and is going to stop nagging me about it.

sam has been my closest friend eversince i moved to sydney.

but realistically, she acts more like my mom than my friend. i mean seriously, i'm the one who's getting the damn tattoo and she's the one who's panicking.

she plopped down the bean bag in front of me, whistling as her eyes wandered around my room.

"so what now? are we just going to stare at this childhood painting of yours that looks like a penis." she says, tilting her head to the side as her eyes landed on a painting behind my head that i made years ago.

throwing my earphones at her, i grabbed her attention.

"first of all, that was suppose to be a rocket," i told her, pointing at the said painting.

"and two, i'm just waiting for calum to call me if he's there already. i am not going to wait in room full of tatted up men."

the mention of my brother's name made her smile.

i raise my eyebrow at her, watching as she smiled lazily at a wall.

"why did you smile at the mention of my twin brother?"

she snapped out of her mini trance. "what?"

"don't play stupid with me, winters."

"it's nothing, chels. it's just that,"

she bit her lip, before looking at me

"it's hard to explain. i mean, have you seen his lip piercing and his sleeve tattoo?" she says, fanning herself.

i mentally gagged. "yeah, man. i am forced by our relationship as siblings to see those."

feeling uncomfortable talking about calum to a girl who is obviously infatuated by him, i stood up from my place.

"stand up, we're going to the tattoo parlor."

she stands up. "calum hasn't even called you yet,"

"and you said you didn't want to wait in a room full of tatted up boys."

"well, i prefer staying in that room than staying here while you talk about calum's body modifications."

sam pouted. "why?"