She Wants What She Hates ~ Ally/You (G!P)

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You

Two Weeks Later; midnight

I groan in pain at the discomfort on my neck. "Ah, that shit hurt somethin' crazy," I hiss. "Pebs, you gotta stay still or Imma fuck it up," Tony, my tattoo artist laughs. "My neck crampin' and you scratchin' a needle in it," I groan.

"Don't be a pussy, Pebbles," he says. "Shid, I am what I eat."

He laughs, "You and your girl-?"

"Nah, bruh. I'm letting her make the first move," I say genuinely. He hums, "Respect to you." Silence falls between us, other than the mind numbing sound of the needle. "So, how're things with the dukes?"

I suck my teeth, "Shit. Haven't talked since my brother's memorial... Honestly, I only forgave her because I was distraught. A simple 'sorry' doesn't erase the shit she put me through and the shit she's said to me."

I sigh, "Life too short for grudges, though."

"Yeah, but saying you forgave her when you didn't is just as bad because it's empty forgiveness," he reasons, finishing me up. A few long, painful minutes later and Tony turns off his needle and holds a mirror in front of me.

I tilt my head more, examining my new tat. It was a tree, the same one Jah had on his forehead, with his Numb written the same way under it. I smile in satisfaction, stand up, and dap up Tony. "Good look, man," I say and he shrugs.

"No problem, my guy." I go in my pocket for my wallet, but he stops me, "Nah, you good. I got you." I raise an eyebrow at him, "Really?" He nods, "Think of it as your birthday gift from me." I chuckle, "It is my birthday, now, huh?"

Now, it's his turn to chuckle, "How you forget your own birthday, fooley?" I shrug, "Shit been hectic, sabes?" He nods, "I understand." My phone then starts ringing, indicating I had a FaceTime call.

I take it out, seeing a name I haven't seen in a while. I tap the green button and was met with a welcoming smile.

"Hey, Ari."

"Hey, I just called to wish you a happy birthday," she says, shifting so that she's lying down on what I assume to be a bed or a couch. "Thanks, boo. Where you at anyways?"

"I'm in Boca, right now," she answers, messing with her hair that is free of its signature ponytail. I nod, "Ah, ok."

"What're doing today since you're now 23?" I was about to answer, she gasps. "You got a tattoo?" I chuckle and show her my new ink. "Honestly, that's my favorite one out of all of them," she says.

"Thank my dude, Tony," I say, pointing the camera towards him, who's collecting his equipment. He looks up and waves, "It's no problem."

"To answer your question, I don't know. I don't really want a party, for real, for real, but I don't wanna do nothing. Nah'm sayin'?" She nods, "I feel you. I do."

"Sorry for missing your birthday, though," I apologize. She shakes her head, "It's fine, really. I know you had a lot going on and you're currently writing your debut."

"I'm actually done with the album," I say. "Hook me up with the first copy," she says and I chuckle. "Already promised me Pops, sorryboutit."

She laughs, "You're sounding hella Geordie. You need to stay away from Jerrie." I shake my head, continuing the accent, "Cannot do that, no." She rolls her eyes, "I'll talk to you later. I just wanted to be first to wish you a happy birthday."

"Alright. I love you, goodnight!" I say, waving. "I love you, goodnight!" She blows me a kiss and hangs up. Just then, I see, on my home screen, my Instagram notifications going up steadily, as well as my Twitter.