It was Sunday. Alix was supposed to come on Tuesday, just like every other week. So here I was, working on a Sunday just in case Alix might show up. I know, I'm pathetic.
But come on!
This girl has been coming to the tattoo parlor for 3 and a half months. Wouldn't you be worried if she didn't show up? Maybe I'm just over exaggerating. Alix does have her own life. Maybe she's just tired of me or doesn't want any more tattoos, they do cost a lot. Maybe her business is becoming really good and she doesn't have time to come get a tattoo from a weird English-Pakistani guy.
When my extra shift had ended, I decided to go to a bar. I got into my car and took off. I got to the Irish pub in a couple of minutes, considering that it was fairly close to the parlor.
When I walked in, I went straight to the bar and ordered a beer.
"Thanks Liam," I took it from the brown haired fellow. He was a pretty good guy, goes to college during the day and works at bar at night.
"Liam! Get me a shot and keep 'em comin. I'm planing on getting drunk tonight," I heard Liam chuckle at that and went right to it. I glanced at the person who said it and I gasped.
"Louis!" He looked at me and jumped up from his stool.
"Zayn!" He ran over to me and pulled me into a hug. I stood up so that I didn't fall and take the chair down with me.
"How life mate?" I asked as we got seated again.
"It's actually really good," he picked up the vodka," I have a boyfriend."
I patted Louis on the back," that's great man!"
"Yeah, he has these bright green eyes, with long brown curly hair, and these long ass legs. God his legs, Zayn! I feel them all day!" When I cleared my throat, he stopped and continued," plus he has this friend he runs a business with. Oh, she's just a doll. But she has so many tattoos! It's like she gets a new one each week. I was starting to think she was you, mate."
Up till that point I had just been nodding, but then at the mention of a girl with lots of tattoos and a tall friend had my attention ," what's their names Louis?"
"Oh! Harry and Alix. I also just love the she spells her name. Alex, but with an "I", it's just so-"
"Wait, do they have a restaurant?"
"Yeah, and Harry's the cook- wait, how'd you know? Did you learn how to read minds when we were apart Zayn?"
I waved off his question and put my head in my hands. This was all to weird for me.
We were quiet for a few seconds then Louis spoke," I have an idea! Let's go to their restaurant! We could eat and talk about how we all know each other."
I started to shake my head, but Louis was already pulling me out of my chair.
This was going to be a hell of a long night.
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Ok, so high school is hard.
Sorry.
That's kinda my excuse for everything now.
