Tattoo

One

Piper's POV-

While looking up at the gigantic cartoon drawing of a skull surrounded by barbed wire did I suddenly realize, I was terrified. Inked by Luis was printed in beautiful red cursive and surrounded by roses, with thorns that may have been just a bit too large. The building was small, wedged between a pub and a tiny clothing store. The walls were an old, crumbling, red brick, and the two large windows were completely covered by bright signs displaying deals and pictures of the work the artists did inside. Only the tall glass door was uncovered.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my leggings. Alright Piper, you're gonna go in there and you're gonna do this. I thought, giving myself a mental pep talk. I began bouncing on the balls of my feet and shaking my hands out in front of me. Luckily the crumbling side walk was deserted or else I would've looked positively insane. But I clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes.

Don't flake out again Piper. You gotta show 'em whose boss. I gulped and stepped up to the door placing my hand on the handle.

Nope

I jerked back, doing a complete 360 and sighed. Before whispering quietly to myself, Yes.

 I straightened my shoulders, pushed up my sleeves and stepped directly up to the door. Grasping the handle firmly, and opening it straight into the waiting area before me.

Jackson's POV-

The bell jingled at the front of the shop and I jerked my head from the magazine I was browsing. There in the doorway stood a girl. She came in with a determined expression but that had faltered and melted into one of fear and wonder when she got a good look at the parlor. I smirked, that was almost every newcomers reaction. When first looking around, the place was pretty intimidating. It was brightly lit but held the aura of darkness. There was the long counter, where I was, to the left. In front of that were three black leather couches. Two on the wall and one coming off in an L shape. The walls were almost completely plastered over with pictures of tattoos. Luis had this weird obsession with taking pictures of EVERY tattoo we do here.

I took the chance to examine the girl. She was small, very short and slim. Her hair was dark brown at the top and slowly faded into blonde and ended at her waist, curling softly. The dark hair framed her face showing off big sparkling blue eyes. Perched on her head was a thick, knitted, maroon beanie that had a large pompom on the back.

"Can I help you miss?" I said with a small smile, leaning forward on the counter. She jumped and turned around, her blue eyes wide and hands folded to her chest. She swallowed and lowered her hands down to her side but her fingers still gripped the hem of her sweater's sleeves.

"Um, yeah, actually I want a ta-tattoo" the way she stuttered the word made me, question if the statement was actually true. The adorable British accent she had that matched her face perfectly distracted me for a few moments. You don't hear many accents like that in California these days. Then a thought crossed my mind, she seemed young. Very young, like not-legal-to-get-a-tattoo young. I eyed her carefully.

"Miss if you don't mind my asking, how old are you? Truly" she looked confused after I'd finished my question. Her brows furrowed together, she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned into her left hip.

"How old do you think I am" she stated, not dropping my gaze. I thought about it carefully. I definitely didn't want to offend her.

"17" I said after awhile, biting my lip in anticipation. She looked shocked to say the least. Her breath came out in a gasp and her arms flew down to her sides, into the small brown purse she was carrying, she stormed up to the counter top and slammed her palm on it. 

"I'm 23" 

When she pulled it back there sat a very real drivers license and a very real birth-date stating her age of 23. I didn't bother looking any further and just slid it back to her, smiling sheepishly. She snatched it from the counter top and shoved it back into her purse pocket.

"Feisty one aren't we?" I asked, my eyebrows raised. Then I realized what I said but she simply looked up at me through her dark lashes and sent me a stone cold glare. I raised my hands up in defeat and took a step back.

"Well firecracker I'm going to need you to help me fill out a few things here" I said slipping a form from the pile and grabbing a pen from the desk. I knew full well the client could fill this out themselves, but I was bored and the night was slow. I only wish now I would have left it anonymous.

"Full name?" she raised her eyebrows.

"Piper Quinn Williams" I stared in shock. She couldn't be a Williams.

"What" she snapped

"Nothing, uh, birthdate?"

"September 12th 1995"

"Any other tattoos or piercings?" she looked shocked, then looked at the ground and sighed.

"I've got my ears pierced but that's it" she said looking up at me slightly. Damn she was cute. Wait what. 

"No ink?" I asked again, a smirk on my face, and she sighed once more.

"Nope nothing" I smiled a little.

"Alright firecracker if you could just take this and make a rough sketch or description of the tattoo you want and fill out the rest that'll be dandy" I smiled and handed her the form, a clip board and a pen. She took it and turned around hesitantly. Eventually she went to sit down in one of the three red chair to the right of the desk. I was a bit confused, most people sat at the couches but it almost seemed like she was too scared to go anywhere else. I took a seat in the desk chair which would make us at level distance and I finally got look up close. She had big pretty blue eyes with very long eyelashes to match and a button nose. Her lips were a light pink color and her bottom lip was now clamped between her teeth. She looked dainty, small slim hands, arms, and legs. Everything about her, delicate, except for her fiery personality.

She handed me the form, clip board and pen and leaned back in her seat, sighing. I glanced over her form and noticed she had simply drew a small black star. After putting everything back I rolled over to her. She had her eyes shut tightly, her head resting on the wall behind her and her hands clamped together tightly in her lap.

"So what brings you here firecracker?" I said leaning toward her. She slowly looked up at me before replying in the bluntest way possible.

"Because I shared a womb with an egotistical, controlling douchebag"

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But I really hope everyone likes this story

I'm super pumped for it so uh  yeah

XX~Lanie