The Tattoo Artist's Bouquet

K E I T H

The Frog
11

((First person once again))
Since today was Saturday and I didn't have work, I didn't need to dress as much. So I decided to wear comfortable black ripped skinny jeans, pairing with a black crop top bit a red strip going down the arm with a checkered pattern on it.

Happy with my outfit I went to go hang out with Pidge. Walking into the living room I see Pidge scooping up a spoon of cereal, while sitting on the couch, watching the news.

"....and we still haven't found him so if you've seen this man of the camera right now, please run and hide, as he most likely has a weapon. Once you are safe, please call xxx-xxx-xxxx. Once again please call xxx-xxx-xxxx." The reporter said in an hard, alarmed tone.

Pidge looked at the picture of the man a gasped. She motioned 'I saw him in Trader Joe's yesterday buying Cookie Butter.' With wide eyes.

With that we looked at each other, choking ourselves, in order to stop from laughing.

"C-cookie butter?!" I said, as my voice cracked from laughed.

She laughed as nodded her head.

I got off from the floor, where I had previously rolled all over from laughter, and plopped down onto the couch, Pidge bouncing as a dropped my weight onto the couch.

For that afternoon we ate breakfast, I made eggs and bacon, with a side of toast, and scrolling through Instagram all day.

((Third Pers.))

Once Keith had finished his breakfast, washed the dishes and went to the bathroom, he grabbed a miniature backpack grabbing his wallet, portable charger, keys, and some spare change just Incase. Then he shoved his phone into his back pocket and scanned the room to see if he'd missed anything. Verifying that he did leave anything, Keith left the house with a grooming excitement growing in his gut.

Keith walked down the hall, pressed the button and waited for an elevator.

Once he heard the familiar ding, he walked into the elevator, pressing the button for the parking garage. When the elevator stopped there, Keith got out and went over to his motorbike and started it up, the engine roaring to life.

Keith put on his helmet, tying his hair in a small ponytail so it didn't get in the way, and drives away to Lance's apartment, in which he had only visited once.

He drove from muscle memory, praying that his brain would not let him down. And it didn't. Keith saw the familiar curb shape which they kissed for the first time.

He blushed profusely, as he stepped off the motorcycle and kick the stand so the bike could stay up by itself. He slipped his phone out of his back pocket and texted Lance he was outside of the building and Lance responded that he would be there in about 2 minutes. So Keith looked around properly, noticing that the apartment building resembled very new and recently built.

Seems like something Lance would live in.

Keith leaned against the wall, and went on his phone, not too far from his bike, nor from the door.

Then he heard the door get pushed open and saw Lance come out of the building. He was wearing simple Adidas track suit with matching sweater, pants and even a hat. He looked around until he saw Keith and visibly brightened. Like the already bright laughter around him, got brighter, shining.

Keith softly smiled at Lance and greeted each other with Keith giving Lance a small peck on the lips, then grabbing Lance's sleeve and mounting the bike.

Kicking off into the direction of the mall, Lance and Keith came up with as much conversation you can when riding a motorcycle. Just talking about the silliest things, and one of them being a silly childhood story of Lance's, making Keith almost crash into another vehicle from laughing.

He was playing outside near a creek, and saw a frog. He quickly swiped the frog and found it amazing so he brought it into the house and put him in the sink, in the kitchen. What Lance didn't know was his mother had just bought frog to fry for dinner. His mother saw the frog in the sink and thought it got loose so put him with the other ones while Lance was washing his hands before he went to play, forgetting about the frog completely.

Lance's mother put the frogs, including the one Lance had found, and washed them, and prepared them with egg wash, then breadcrumbs, dipping them into a round pan filled with oil, heating a popping, crisping sound while the frog fried. By now, the frog Lance had found was dead. Lance's mother saw that that frog was different from the rest but thought nothing of it so she cooked that one as well.

By the time it was dinner, there was a beautiful variety of sides, the main dish being fried frogs.((Which taste like chicken, for you curious ones. They taste pretty good, in my opinion.))

Lance's sister, Veronica, who was 6 at hat time and had lost her two front teeth and small pigtails at the sides of her head, had picked the frog Lance had found because under the fried skin, it was a different color then the rest.

Everyone began to eat, then Lance remembered the frog and ran to the bathroom, to get the frog. He ran into the kitchen, peeking his head into the sinks top and noticing it wasn't there. Being confused Lance ran back into the dining room, asking his mom about the frog. "Mama? There was a frog in the sink that I found outside today. Have you seen him? I can't find him."

Lance's mother face started going pale and flicked her head towards Veronica who had,coincidentally, just but into the frog.

Lance's mother panicked and yelled at Veronica to spit it out. Veronica, who was surprised, spit out the frog, tasting the bitter taste of the frog.

Later that day, Lance bound in his room while Veronica had a bitter taste in her mouth for the rest of the week.

~Word Count: 1046 Words~

((I hope you guys liked that little flashback to get a tiny taste of Lance's family. Just a little glimpse inside the McClain household. I think I might show Lance's family a bit more, later on. I have a general idea of where this book is going to go. And I just typed gene while typing general and apparently there's a gene emoji. 🧬 Huh. Well I hope you've had a nice day and if not, I hope this made your day somewhat better and if not....whelp we can be sad together. Anyways, comment, vote(if you want, as always) and I hope you enjoyed.

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