Aika can't even get a second knock in before I open the door, a massive smile stretching my face.
"Hi, I'm Ariana." I stretch my hand out and, feeling the swish of my ponytail against my back, attempt to stop bouncing on my toes. Standing face to face, I realize just how small Aika is; I am looking down at her from my towering height of five feet flat.
"I know," she says in a smooth voice that is deeper than her stature seems to allow. She shakes my hand and sweeps me back into the apartment with one movement.
Pete turns down the TV and is clearing a space for Aika to work. As we wait I notice she doesn't have a bag with her.
"Where's your gun?"
"No gun."
"Shit, you're a traditional artist?! Babe did you hear that?" Pete throws us a nod and a signature smile before disappearing into the kitchen with all the snacks.
"Clients don't care how I tattoo as long as the job is done. Correct?"
"Fuck yeah! It's better even." I sit down next to the coffee table with my arm stretched out on the surface. Aika pulls a small leather bundle out of her jacket lining and settles down next to me.
"No pictures!" She barks at me, I had barely opened my camera app. She looks sheepish and adds, "At least until you are completed."
"Cool, no worries, I get it. You are a traditional girl, through and through. I respect it. Hey, Pete! Will you come in and hold my hand?"
"Nope." He gallops in and scoops me up, then returns me to my spot but I am sitting on his lap. Giggles erupt from my throat and I throw him a few kisses. Our romance has been a whirlwind. A lot of people don't understand it. But sometimes you just have to go with your gut feeling. Life is too short to wait. I guess that is how we find ourselves here. Aika's profile called to me and I had to respond to that feeling. The best part is seeing what adventures come after I make my spontaneous decisions.
I grab Petes hand tight and Aika pulls out her needle. She dips it methodically into the ink and raises it above my smooth skin. Her lips start twitching but before I can ask if she said something, the needle pierces me.
The change is instantaneous. One moment my weight is pressed into Pete, the next moment I am floating, weightless.
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Tattooed Away
FanfictionOn a dark, boring New York night Ariana Grande gets a tattoo in her living room. As the tiny needle pierced her skin, Ariana's spirit released from her body and she enters the fourth dimension of New York City. The young singer goes on a tumultuou...
