The Bucket List (Write Affair Finalist)

Chapter 8: Get a tattoo.

~ Chapter 8: Get a tattoo. ~

        I guess Katie was completely wrong because Damon ended up knocking at my door in the middle of the afternoon. I was already dressed up so I opened the door and let him in, glad that I hadn’t been wrong. Or maybe I was and he was here to tell me we had to stop doing this. We sat in the couch and I waited a little before getting the list out.

“So… What’s the program today?” Damon asked.

“You still want to do something from the list?”

“Of course. Didn’t we agree on doing something every day?”

“If you don’t want to it’s fine.”

“No, it’s a great idea.”

See, I was right! I knew I was. Katie could suck it. I got the list out and Damon read it to find something to do.

“The things left are pretty cool but I don’t know how we could do them.”

“What, for example?” I inquired.

“Parachute jump. Swim with dolphins or sharks. Go to an awesome concert. And plenty of others like that.”

I went up to get my computer and searched where we could parachute jump. The only place was miles away and we’d have to drive for a long time to get there. I showed it to Damon and he told me he couldn’t today cause he had an appointment in the hospital the next day and we wouldn’t be home in time to make it. I looked at something else on the list and found Get a tattoo. I showed it to Damon and he made a funny face.

“I wrote that one without thinking…”

“Are you afraid it might hurt?” I teased him.

“Of course I am! I kind of hate needles and all that comes with it.”

“What if I hold your hand during it and give you a lollipop when it’s over?”

“Haha.”

“So you don’t want to do it?”

He thought about it and searched something else from the list but finally sighed and said he would do it.

“You don’t have to.” I said. “If you don’t want to get a tattoo, it’s fine. It’s your list, remember?”

“No, I wrote it and I meant it. I want to get a tattoo before I die.”

“Ok. Well let’s do it then. Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Awesome.”

We got into the car and I turned up the radio so that he could try to relax a little. He was freaking out a little. And then, I thought about Katie. She would totally hate me. Oh, and after all, whatever! Screw her! She wasn’t his mom! Damon only had a year left and if he wanted to get a tattoo before dying, then it was his business, not hers. Right?

Damon searched for a tattoo artist who wasn’t too far away from here and found one who was fifteen minutes away. He relaxed after a while and we laughed and sang. When he got there, he started to freak out again and stayed in the car for a few minutes to try not to pass out.

“You’ll just have to look away.” I tried to reassure him. “It hurts at first but then you get passed it. Otherwise, no one would get a tattoo, don’t you think?”

He nodded, not so sure about it and got out of the car.

“You’re sure you want to do it?” I asked again. “I really don’t care if you say no.”