Okay, let's skip ahead because this goes on for a while. So anyway, eventually, he asks me out. I accept because I start to like him as well. So for our date, we went to this little park that he lives near. We sat and talked on a park bench. I asked him what he did for a living.
"Oh, I do this youtube thing," He said, nervously. I looked at him with a smile.
"That's pretty cool! You know what I do for a living." He smirked.
"No, I don't, actually. Please inform me," he joked, the tallies on his arm showing. I giggled. He seemed like the perfect guy. I couldn't believe he wasn't snagged already. I playfully hit his arm. "Well, that was unnecessary!" I laughed at his comment.
"It totally was necessary, you big meanie!" We laughed together. "Oh my, God! Let's share secrets about ourselves. I'll go first: I hate you." He laughed at my reference and we spent the next hour or so quoting vines and obscure cultural references. We got along perfectly.
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Hey guys! Loser~Chan here! I'm so sorry this chapter is so short, I've been having pretty bad writer's block. I hope you enjoyed 200 words! Love you all!
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TATTOO PARLOR | daniel howell
FanficShe works at a tattoo parlor. Every few weeks, a boy comes in to get the same tattoo each time he comes- a tally mark. . . . . . . Started: 31 July 2018 Ended: -/-/- Edited: -/-/-
