Paxton summers is your average 17 year old boy he has been suicidal for quite some time. This brunette 6'4 teen has had his heart set on dying. In his eyes it is inevitable everyone dies...Paxton Summers has been like this since he was malested by...
Roses pov I scroll through the internet when I seen one that I really liked....
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I showed the man that is doing my tattoo. He nods his head and walks me to a chair. I sit down and see him bring out the tattoo gun. After a while he starts to engrave my skin with ink. For a while it hurt but then it kept hurting less and less. I look to see Paxton but I can't see him. I really love him with my heart I mean we have been friends since ninth grade and I wish he liked me but sadly no. After I sat in the chair for I don't even know how long. The guy was done. "Ok I'm done" he says. I look at my forearm and see my beautiful tattooed butterflies. I smile. "Thank you" I say. I walk to the cash register to see Paxton waiting for me. He's so sweet. I walk to him. "Hey" he says. "Hello" I say. We pay the man and get back in to his truck. "So what did you get" he ask. "This" I say. I show him my tattoo. "Awww that's nice does it have a meaning or no" he ask. "Yes, it's for my little sister she died when she was 2 she used to love butterflies and this will remind me to all ways have hope" I tell him. "Oh what was her name" he ask. "Lilly...my mom and dad really like flowers" I say. We laugh a little. "So what did you get" I ask. He shows me his tattoo. I see a rose. "Wow" I say.... "why did you get a rose" I ask. "I'll tell you at another place and time" he says. I feel bad but I push it away. "Ok" I say. I see him laugh and smile. I love his smile. I hear him start his truck and we start to drive....
