Friends And More Than Friends

Eighteen

"How is yours?" I ask cutting mine up.

"Sweet. We should come here more often." she says eating another peice.

"Yeah it's really good. . . So what do you wanna do today?"

"Hmm, Well I have a few ideas, it just depends on what you like." A small smile makes it's way on her honey covered lips.

"I bet you can decide that then."

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After breakfast we drove around for a while. There some light traffic from all the church people since it is sunday.

"Are we going somewhere or are we just wondering?" I finally ask.

"Well I'm still kind of deciding between two, but I think we have time for both."

"Okay so what are we doing first?"

"Something that I know you would love to do again. But I want it to be a surprise til we get there."

"Can you tell me where it is at or will it give it away."

"We are going to a shop where can get two different things your choice of course, and after you can go to the mall, and I bet you'll take all morning in there so lunch after the mall and maybe a movie after."

"Are you spoiling me today?"

"I won't answer your rhetorical question."

"Well then to the shop of two things. . . or whatever." I say.

Before we turned down to it's street she made me close my eyes. This shop was far enough away that I didn't know where we were or what was there to see.

"Now keep them closed until we go inside." She says and I feel the vibration of the truck turn off.

"Oh, fuck that." I open my eyes to see a tattoo and piercing shop, "oh my god, let's go." I open my door and go around the truck to Natalie's side where the shop is.

"So what do you want?" Nat asks me while opening the shop door.

"Hmm, I like tongue piercings but I have a feeling that sex would be different, but I would add to my sleeve." I say walking to the desk covered in fake graffiti.

"Looking for a tattoo, today?" An employee asks leaning on the counter looking in a book of tat images.

"Tat and piercing. For me."

"Do you know what you want or wanna look at some things first?"

"I wanna add to the partial sleeve I have." I say, "maybe a symbol for the joker."

"Got a size idea?" The employee was maybe in his thirties, with blue gauges in his ears.

"Yeah, maybe like 3 inches in height and the width between my elbow and the rose." I show the back of my forearm.

"Alright, I'll sketch something real quick, hang tight." he says unlocking a small case on the floor besides him and getting a drawing pad.

I watch him go to a back room to draw.

"The joker?" She asks.

"For my liking of crime and luxury. I give a reason for all my tats." I explain.

"Alright. Makes a little sense."

"Nat, I left my ID in your truck." I turn to her.

"I'll get it." She says going out the door.

After a while she came back and the guy showed me what he had drawn.

It was the signature "Ha" everywhere, looking like it was cut in skin and bleeding and the joker's expensive gun in the center.