PEACH'S & CREAM

5 (PEACH)

Here we go again
I kinda wanna be more than friends
So take it easy on me
I'm afraid you're never satisfied

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*unedited*

"DAD, HERE IS YOUR CONDOMS!" I yell as I walk into the house.

My dad runs down the stairs with my mom hot on his tail. "Why the hell do you need condoms, Matteo?!" My mom yells. "WE DON'T EVEN USE CONDOMS!"

"Mom, why are you yelling?" I ask.

Her gaze shifts to me as I hold the box of condoms. "I just want to know why he wanted a box of condoms," my mom replies.

I look at my dad. "Well, tell us why you needed the condoms," I state.

"Sand needs them," my dad murmurs.

"ALESSANDRO MATTEO DE LUCA!" My mom yells.

Sand runs down the stairs as he tries to pull his basketball shorts up. Sand reaches us. He looks at all of us and then settles on our mom.

"Why do you need condoms?" My mom asks.

Sand scratches the back of his neck nervously. "Uh, I have a girl that wants to have sex," Sand murmurs.

"You're seventeen! Why do you need to have sex?" My mom asks.

"Because I get horny and I am tired of my hand," Sand replies.

My dad and I snicker making my mom glare at us. I give Sand the box of condoms and start my way up the stairs. "Don't forget to show me your tattoo," my mom states.

"Okay!" I yell as I make my way up the stairs.

I get to my room and go inside. I go change into a spaghetti strap shirt and booty shorts. I grab my phone and go back downstairs to see my parents arguing.

"Why do you do stupid stuff, Matteo?!" My mom semi yells.

"Because I love you," my dad says as he flashes his lovey-dovey eyes.

My mom groans and shakes her head. I clear my throat and they both look at me. I turn around and show them my tattoo.

"Were you trying to cover your birthmark?" My mom asks.

"No," I reply.

"What made you pick this?" My dad asks.

"I don't know. I thought it was pretty so I got it," I reply.

"I love it," my mom says.

I turn around and look at them. "I want more but I don't know what I want," I state.

"Well, go look in the shop you were at and see what you can find. It could be your early graduation present," my dad says.

"So do you want to just use the card?" I ask.

My dad nods. "I want to go with you tomorrow," my mom says.

"Okay," I reply. "I'm going to go to sleep. It's been a long two days."

I hug my parents and go back upstairs to my room. I climb into my bed and put my phone on the charger. I roll up into my cover and let the darkness consume me.

"Mom, let's go! We don't have all day!" I yell from the front door.

My mom comes running towards me as she pulls her hair into a bun. I open the door and walk out. I make my way to my car and get in. I buckle up and start the car as my mom gets in and buckles up.

"Let's go, Peachy Pie," my mom says.

We leave the mansion and go to Jax's tattoo shop. We arrive and I park my car. We get out and go straight to the shop. We walk in to see Natashas sitting at her desk and no one around. She looks up at me and smirks.

"What do you want now?" Natasha asks.

"I want a tattoo sleeve on my thigh," I reply.

"Do you know what you want?" Natasha asks.

"I have something in mind," I reply.

Natasha smirks and stands up. "I'll be back," Natasha mutters as she walks to the back.

I look at my mom and she rolls her eyes. "She's a bitch. Was she here last night?" My mom asks.

"Yes," I reply.

I look at the back of the waiting area as Jax and Natasha walk out. "So I see you want to see me again," Jax states with a smug smile smeared across his face.

"I just want you to tattoo me," I reply.

"Well, come on," he replies.

We follow Jax back to his station. I hop up on the table as he sits at his desk. My mom sits on the chair behind Jax and watches Jax.

"So explain what you want," Jax says as he looks at me.

"I want black and white sunflowers surrounding my black and white grandfather clock on my thigh," I reply.

I lean to the side and show him my thigh with the tattoo. He stares at it and then turns away. Jax starts sketching my tattoo as I swing my legs back and forth.

"So you and my daughter had sex?" My mom blurts out.

"Mom," I mumble.

Jax turns to my mom with a smile on his face. "We did but I think if we would have waited it would have been more memorable," Jax replies. "I would much rather get to know your daughter before dicking her down, ma'am."

"Well, that is good to know. Is whatever this is going to be like friends or dating?" My mom asks.

"Mom, stop, we are just friends. Can we get started on my tattoo before my mom asks how big your dick is?"