Okay so this is a one shot, FULL sotry of just an idea the plot bunny bit me, with inspiration from the tattoo I want to get when I get older!! Its really pretty cool!!! This is by far one of my favorite stories!! I am I am look super proud that I made it so that it’s a complete story hahhahha its only like 11 pages or something, but I think its decent , I actually could expand this story a lot more, so if you guys really like it I might add a lot more to it, so PLEASE
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Please note this is M rated because YES there is a sex scene, so if you don’t wanna read that, skip it, or just don’t read the story, I just wanted to clarify this, so I don’t get sued by someone for emotional scarrage when they get older because they read my Wattpad story, but okay yeah so just thought I would say that
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He’s Mr. Popular and I am a nerd, except he saw my tattoo….
I yawned as I rolled out of bed at freaking 6:30 in the morning…I don’t think its healthy for a teenage girl to wake up that early. I dragged myself over to the shower and turned the water on, knowing it would take about three minutes for the water to get hot, I started stripping. I was almost half undressed, only in my bra and underwear when I saw my tattoo. It still always made me blink in surprise when I saw it. I had gotten it a year ago, I had been 16 (yes that means it’s illegal) It was a quote it said “everything will be okay in the end, if it’s not, then it’s not the end” in cursive letters and ran from my hip down to half way across my lower regions. I had never planned on getting it. I was, correction, I am, the good girl. Never been in trouble, I am straight A student, a complete loner. I have one friend, she’s awesome! And no one seems to notice me, that’s the way I like it. But when my cousin died, I took things pretty harsh, and I needed to remind myself things would be okay, and figured what better way than a tattoo that I can see every day that tells me that. I will never regret getting it. But no one, not a single person knows I have it, and I want it to stay that way. I stared at it a bit longer and then noticed the changes I had undergone since when I had gotten my tattoo. I had been an awkward teenager still filling out, a little on the chubby side, but defiantly not fat. But now I had become much slimmer , I had, thank god! Grown some inches and the tattoo stretched nicely across my flat pelvis now. I aIso noticed that my medim balck hair now ran a little past the middle of my back, that my skin seemed to fit better around my face, and that my ashen colored skin was now back to its tan color, but of course the one that never changes, my eyes, the same deep brown eyes still look back at me. I looked over at my clock from my bathroom door, and SHIT! Its 6:45 I had to get ready! I jumped in the shower and quickly washed my hair, teeth, and body in that order and ran out. Combed my hair into something resembling a wet ponytail, grabbed a pair of faded blue jeans a stripped blue and gray shirt and a large Georgetown sweatshirt with a hood, always a hood! and threw it on. Then I grabbed my boy shorts and a sports bra and tee to go over it for my running later. Running out my door I yelled at my brother that I was leaving and he had better get his ass down the stairs if he wanted a ride to school. Of course the response
“Leave me alone, your sooooo annoying!!”
15 year olds, so temperamental, hahaha. I grabbed an orange and my lunch and yelled for Brandon one more time
“Brandon, I am serious I am leaving, I am gonna be late, if you don’t hurry I am leaving you to walk to school!” I screamed
“okay, okay, I am coming!” he yelled back
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