"Austin, get up!" a pillow smacks his face roughly
"Dammit, I'm up! I'm up!" he yells, bolting up from his bunk, nearly hitting his head on the roof of the tour bus. His manager, Trish, gives him a death glare and reminds him that he was supposed to be up thirty minutes ago.
Austin quickly jumps down, not bothering to throw on a shirt as he walks to the front of the bus in just his low-rising sweatpants. He grabs a bowl and a box of cereal from one of the cabinets and stretches, clasping his hands together and pushing them above his head to stretch out his shoulders. As he does this, his sweatpants dip a little lower on his hips, making a couple of small, black lines visible.
"What the hell is that?!" Trish demands, seeing the marks on his skin. Austin's eyes widen and he quickly moves to pull his pants up.
"Nothing!" He answers, way too quickly. He blushes a dark pink, knowing he has been caught. He tries to brush it off by scurrying quickly back to his bunk and throwing on a t-shirt, but Trish is not deterred.
"No. Austin Monica Moon, is that a tattoo?! You get your very first tour and you go off and get a tattoo?! How did you even get that? Your mother is going to kill me! Ally is going to kill me! What the hell even was that? Let me see it!" She demands, her temper flaring.
"It's nothing!" Austin quickly supplies. "You don't need to worry about it. Nobody can even see it. It's for my eyes only, it's just a reminder to myself."
"A reminder of what?!" Trish asks, clearly not being calmed at all by his explanation.
"Just a reminder of how I got here and who helped me do it. So that I never forget what I owe this whole experience to. Don't worry about it. Like I said, no one will ever see it. No one even has to know it's there." He replies, pulling his shirt down lower, proving that he doesn't intend to uncover the tattoo.
"'Who helped you do it'?" Trish repeats. "It's a tattoo about Ally!?" She suddenly realizes, the shock growing on her face
"No no no no no, I never said that!" Austin's eyes grew wide.
" Yes you did! You said 'who helped me do it'! Austin Moon, that had better not be Ally's name on your hip! God, I am so dead. No, you are so dead! I am going to kill you and filet her name off of your skin so no one ever has to find out about this! Oh my God!" Trish yells.
" No, no, Trish! It's not her name!" Austin yells back, legitimately worried at this point that she will actually try to cut his skin off.
"Then what is it?" The short latina demands.
"It's a butterfly, okay!?" He yells back at her, stomping off toward his bunk. Trish stands still for a moment, dumbstruck by his response.
"What the hell do you mean, 'it's a butterfly'!? You dumbass, you just got drunk and got some stupid ass tattoo and now you're trying to say iy symbolises something. Good grief, what other stupid, idiotic things have you done while I wasn't looking!?" She was more furious than before, if possible.
"No, Trish," Austin says, calmly, pulling down his sweatpants to give her a better look at the tiny butterfly. "I got it because of that song Ally wrote in Kindergarten. "I'm a little butterfly. Spread my colorful wings..." he sang, trailing off at the end. "I got it to remind me of her and all the things she's done for me and I got it because I miss her and it reminds me of her." He mumbles the last bit, blushing and looking down at his shoes.
"Oh my God," says Trish. "You totally love her."
"No I don't," Austin tries to deny it, but the look on his face says he agrees with her.
"No," Trish says. "You've got it bad. Because that is definitely the gayest tattoo I've ever seen." Austin just smiles as Trish walks off the bus, leaving him to get ready for his show tonight.
AN: Let me know if you want me to add another chapter about Ally's reaction to seeing the tattoo.
