Lashton: My Sister's Boyfriend

.::Chapter 54

[ShaneXJoey : OH LOOK
THE BROKEN PIECES OF MY HEART THAT WERE EXPLODED GOD KNOWS HOW MANY TIMES BC OF THIS BOOK]

{Special} Scott side ~ 'the one who wants to be trusted'

"I think I read somewhere about permanent marker being bad for your skin..." I tried recalling where or when I heard about it as my boyfriend colored in the masterpiece he had created on my forearm. It read 'Johnny Depp' in beautiful cursive letters.

We were in the room he shared with his brother, it was painted in the darkest of blue, had a few rock or metal band posters scattered along the walls, a single twin-sized bed with a skinny looking pillow, an electric guitar on the side of the closet and a play station three connected to the TV.

"Oh, really?" He raised one of his thin eyebrows, not taking his green eyes off his work. "Are you going to get cancer now, or something?"

"Shut up," I wasn't sure why I always laughed at his mean comments, they made me blush, if anything. "I'm serious, let's not do this again."

"Well, next time, don't ask for it." He finally finished his creation, shoving me away in a joking manner and smiling a little. "There. All done."

I gaped at it for a second, just as he picked up all of the sharpies from the floor and placed them back in a dark purple box, "It's so pretty! Your graffiti skills amaze me, May!"

"That's nothing, I had a sketchbook filled with better ones in year six. I think I left it in my parents' or something..." She didn't brag much, in fact, I could see a little bit of salmon tint in her pale cheeks, even if the lighting was enhancing her as orangish. "I remember wanting to be some kind of tattoo artist when I was little...But now, I just want to focus on my music."

That's hot. Being an artist or a musician is an enormous plus in my list of attractive things a person can do, but dating one who is both is just...Whoo, where's a fan when you need air to help you relax?!

"Anyway," She finished placing her small container of art supplies away and sat on the ground, across from me. "How's your father?"

"He's great, he called me this morning." A giggle escaped my lips as I remembered how our conversation went from 'did you feed the dogs today?' to 'why can't you be more like Hemmings?!' "He had to fly to LA last night and he's a little jet lagged. That's where he owns a store and a lot of celebrities go to it, I keep telling him to find Johnny Depp for me but he insists he's in Paris right now."

"Ha ha." She stuck out her small tongue, "Johnny Depp probably heard you want to meet him, so he keeps hiding."

"I'll find him someday. I'll always find him." I shrugged off her attempt at bringing me down, "He's gonna be my husband someday, still."

She pinched my leg in jealousy, I saw it coming so I prepared myself for the small hit of pain. "He's gonna be your what?"

Hissing was the only sound I could make until she let go, "That was hot. Do it again?"

"No."

I pushed my bottom lip forward, pretending as if that hurt me a lot more than the minor punishment she had given me. "So mean..."

"So ugly..." Referring to my expression, she shook her head in displeasure. "So so very ugly..."

"Na I'm Naht." I tried to sound like that funny little kid on vine that's so overused, but all she did was slap my mouth to shut me up. "Hahahah, ow...Ow...That's exactly what I wanted."

"I don't know why I like you."

As I came up with something to say in response to her lovable comment, the door to the room swung open and May's brother threw some clothes so she could catch them. "Dress up, we're going out."