I Don't Care If Your Contagious (Vic Fuentes Fan-Fic) On Hold

Chapter 2

(Sup. Ok so I hope you liked my first chapter. I thought it would be really cool to do a fan fiction so yea. Enjoy.)

Today was a little bit slower than it was yesterday. I was putting some music books on the shelves when my best friend, Bryan, text me. He is a tattoo artist and my best friend. I've known Bryan since we were kids. I made a promise to him that when we were older I would let him give me a tattoo.

    *hey Alex, you ready for a tattoo*

   *as ready as i'll ever be*

   *that's the spirit so when are you coming*

   *i'm on my way*

   *k*

I close up the shops and walk down to Bryan's tattoo parlor. Right when I go in, Bryan pulls me into a breath taking hug.

  "Ugh can't....breath...." I manage to tell him. He laughs.

  "Sorry. So what would you like?"

  "Lyrics." I had already thought of what I wanted ever since he told me he opened the place.

  "Which are?"

  "Hold my heart it's beating for you anyway."

  "Nice p.t.v you haven't changed a bit have you? One tattoo coming right up. Where do you want it?"

  "On my back."

  "Ok, can you take off your shirt?" Most people would probably feel awkward but Bryan is like a brother to me. I sit down in the chair for him to get to work. The needle coming in contact with my skin tingles on my back. It doesn't hurt like I thought it might. 

                                                                  ...............

After awhile he finishes. He takes a picture of it on my phone and shows it to me. 

  "Damn nice work Bryan." The words are strewn on my back in a cool cursive writing. He also added some other designs around it. I give him the money, but I stay behind and hang out. My phone vibrates, I check to see who texted me, it's Vic. I forgot he gave me his number. It reads:

  *wanna meet tony and mike*

  *hell yea*

  *ok i'm coming to pick you up* I give him the address of the tattoo parlor. 

  *k see you soon* I look over at Bryan who is cleaning up. I notice a tattoo of a heart with a bandage around it. 

  "Hey Bryan, why do you have a heart with a bandage on your arm?" He sighs and I am starting to regret ever bringing it up.

  "Do you remember how my parents used to beat me?" I nod my head slowly. When we were younger he would sometimes come running up to me crying. Either with a bloody nose or black eye. We would cry together until we couldn't cry anymore.

  "Well, after my parents died in the car accident, a part of me felt sad but another part of me felt better. My heart had finally healed knowing the pain wouldn't be able to come back anymore. So I got this tattoo to reperesent my heart. Sounds corny but its a reminder to me everyday that what they did to me won't happen to me again."

  "Oh..." I look out the window and see Vic pulling into the parking lot. 

  "My ride is here. I'll text you when I get home."

  "Ok see you later." I walk outside and get into Vic's car. 

  "So....you got a tattoo?" he asks.