AN// the official last part to tattoos//e.d <3 this one was so much fun to write, so thank you to the original person who requested it !! (also the ending was inspired by a book i just read so yeah, just to give credit)
(third person pov)
"So what do we do?" She asked. Ethan looked up at her.
"Nap."
"All day?" He nodded. "Really? Man, I really thought you weren't boring," She said with a smile. He grinned and grabbed his pillow to cover it. "Awh, are you blushing?" She teased, kicking his leg.
"Shut up."
But he was smiling through it. She left him alone and looked around his room. "This is very you," She said. He looked away from the pillow and sat up.
"Well, it's my room," He said, standing. He headed to his closet. "I'm changing, don't come in."
"Wasnt going to!" She called. Ethan shook his head as he changed. "Is the English assignment?" She asked. Ethan left the closet, pulling the shirt over him as he walked up behind her.
"Wasn't gonna finish it," He lied. She grinned as she turned.
"Liar, yes you were," She said. He scratched the back of his head and shook his head. She nodded, laughing. "This looks good, though," She said, staring at the character analysis, the drawing of the character looking beyond amazing.
"Thank you," He said. "Here, let's do something, you wanted to do something," He said. She smiled.
"Like?"
"I don't fucking know, what do you like to do?" She shrugged. If his bed had a frame and was elevated, this probably when she'd go sit on his. But the mattress was far too low for her to sit.
"Well-" She paused. "I don't know, I like to bake, but we have cookies already." He shrugged.
"I don't know."
"Can we go for a walk?" She asked. "Like around the neighbourhood?" He shrugged. "Let's go for a walk!"
"Alright," He mumbled, shoving his phone into his pocket and she smiled, taking a cookie. He took one too. He wanted to tell her they were good but it wouldn't fit his guise.
They headed down and Ethan shut the door behind him as she walked in front of him. "Which way?" She asked. He shrugged, nodding his head left. She turned left.
He walked behind her. "The weather's nice," He said. She smiled.
"Weather talk?" She asked. "We're way past that."
"Then what talk, atmosphere?"
"So what do your other tattoos mean?" She asked. "If you wanna share." He thought for a second.
"Which one?" She waited for him to catch up to her.
"What about the one on your collarbone?" She asked. "Only my angels know?"
"Another lyric," He said. She nodded.
"Who're your angels?" She asked. He shrugged. "Okay, what about- oh the one on your chest?" She asked.
"My chest?" She nodded.
"The girl with the flower for a head?" he nodded.
"'Nother one for my dad," He said, hands in his pockets. She nodded. "Lots of them are for him, one away or another."
"That's really sweet of you." There was a long silence.
"Thanks." She looked up at him. It had taken too long to come out of his mouth that she had to think about what it was for.
