MGK + ME

Me

I looked down at my broken phone screen as I patiently waited for my friend to text me back.
Where are you.
Fuck you. I'm going to leave.
So I did. I walked into my favorite tattoo shop and sat down. I was waiting for my artist. Artists are like barbers or boyfriends you have to be loyal to them and I was....ALWAYS. That is my flaw. I'm to loyal, and forgive way to easy, I have abandonment issues and I need people. My flaws. But hey if I can find a good artist who says I can't find a good man to love me. I already have a full arm sleeve on my right side. I got it when I was 18. I had barely made enough money to eat that month but I was dead set on getting a rose and skull sleeve for my birthday. This tat was a tree. I was getting in representation of my life that had fallen apart. About half an hour in a group of guys walk into the shop. A tall blonde, a shaggy looking dude, a black guy, and a small dark haired guy made up the group. I shifted slightly to look at them. The blonde was watching me. My artist Josh had just finished outlining the snake that wrapped around the trunk of the tree when he stepped up to the table. " Nice ink" I looked up at him with a small smile. "I think you would know a thing or two about the subject yourself." He smiled at my comment. " I'm Colson" I smile, "You thought that because I didn't fangirl and pass out that I don't know who you are?" He stepped back almost shocked. "I thought most of my fans were kinda like that ya" I shake my head and point at the EST hoodie hung over the chair to our left. "That's mine babe. And nobody has ever doubted my love for you."