"Shannon, you're a bitch."

My brother turned around in his seat, his mouth gaping wide, "Jess, I'm appalled you would say such a thing."

I rolled my eyes and punched his arm. He winced and cupped his elbow in his hand.

"Don't be such a bitch, we're hooking you up, tonight." Matt said from the drivers seat. His long, curly, black hair was rustling in the wind from Shannon's cracked window.

"What?" I asked, worried. The last time they 'hooked' me up, they literally 'hooked' me up. I found myself 10 feet in the air, hanging from bungee cords.

"Trust me, babe." Matt said.

I crossed my arms and stared out the window.

I've put up with these boys since I can remember. To put it simply I'll kill them, first chance I get.

"Guys?" I said quietly. Matt and Shannon ignored me and continued talking.

"You fuckers in the front seat, I need you to take me back to work. I just remembered I was supposed to work today."

Shannon rolled his eyes, "It's my goddamn shop, and I'm the fucking boss. If I say you don't have to work you don't have to work."

"Yes I do, and you have to work today too. Remember, you're supposed to finish Jeff's work."

"This is exactly why you're the manager and I'm the artist." He said then made Matt turn the car around.

The door dinged open as Shannon pushed the door open.

Ryan ran from the back, "Shan' what the fuck are you doing back here?!" He yelled.

I sat down at the front desk and settled in.

"Jess reminded me I had some work to complete." He said then went to his station.

A customer wandered in, his rainbow hair caught my eye, I'd known him for most of my life. He's Matt's little brother, of three years. He's usually hanging out around with Shan'.

"Hey Jess." Jeff said.

"Are you here to finish your sweet tat's?" I joked.

He smiled, "Sure am."

His smile was contagious, "Good luck, I hated it when I got the inside of my arm tattooed."

"Maybe you'll have to hold my hand." He said then winked.

I rolled my eyes.

The hardy's were infamous for their relationships. They often stole girls from their boyfriends, in some cases husbands, broke hearts like no tomorrow and as my mom told me 'Never date a Hardy'.

I walked Jeff back to Shannon's station then returned to my desk. I propped my feet up on the nearest chair and pulled my AP magazine from my bag.

A couple hours passed and I was fighting sleep.

"Jess get in here!" Shannon yelled. I threw my magazine down and ran to where he was. My heart pounded in my chest.

"What?!" I asked, worried.

Jeff held his arm up, proudly.

"Check it out."

I ran my fingers across the colored skin, goose bumps ran up Jeff's arm and I smirked.

"Looks nice."

"No thanks to you miss lazy bum." Shannon said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels.

"Fuck you."

Jeff laughed, "Hey, are you guys coming to Matt's party tonight?"

"Shannon is, I think. But I'm staying at home. I have to dye my hair again." I said as I played with a strand of hair.

"Oh sweet, if you need some help give me a call. I'm a pro." He said.

"I can tell."

Shannon made a gagging noise.