pumpkin spice | l.s

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"I got my first tattoo before I had my first kiss."
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"It's pretty, when'd you get it?"

"I was fifteen."

he rose an eyebrow, "fifteen?"

I almost laughed, but it hurt to do so,
my cheek was still swollen.

dark purple ran from the side of my head down my cheek.

"I got it after I was hospitalized, the second time."

he nodded slowly, his eyes fell to his coffee.

"It's pretty, you're- pretty." he stammered.

this time I laughed, it hurt but I kept laughing.

"I'm pretty?" I inquire teasingly.

he rubbed his eyes with his fists, a sheepish smile played on his lips.

"I meant- uh."

"It's okay, you're not bad yourself."