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"Beck, I'm scarred," I say to Beck.

"Come on it's not that bad. I got one!" Beck says as he's showing me his rib. His tattoo says "by the ticket, take the ride." Boy I'd like to take a ride any day.

"Beck, this is a needle that goes into and makes permanent ink on you forever. It's cool if you did it but I want to back down," I say to Beck. He's dragging me into getting matching tattoos with him.

"Well too late were already here," Beck says to me with a smirk. God I hate him so much right now.

"Welcome to Inked. Im Randy and ill be making your tattoo today. Here's the tattoo book and sign this paper. It's basically saying that your really getting this tattoo and you'll pay and won't sue us if we do something wrong. I'll be over there when you need me," Randy says. He seems to be a nice guy but he scares me.

"Babe what's wrong you look sick to your stomach," Beck says.

"Beck, did you hear what he just said, permanent damages," I say with my voice quivering.

"Babe, relax," Beck says to me while rubbing my shoulders, "See anything you like?"

I start working up my courage and look through the book. After about twenty pages of looking at the book I saw one that I like. It was a rebel star. I could have it in any color but I like black and white. Those are my colors. Maybe I'll have a little red in there but Ill have to see if it looks good first.

"Randy!" Beck calls out, "She's ready!"

"Ah ok" Randy says with a smile. I gulp really loudly. I think Beck heard cause he looked at me with concern. We went into this little room with a bunch of sick graphics on the door and walls. One wall has a dragon breathing fire and another had a broken heart.

"Sit right here," he says without making eye contact. So I say because I was really scarred of him. The chair was actually really comfy. it was padded and everything. He's putting the alcohol on my arm to get it ready.

"Papers?" Randy asked. Beck handed him the papers and Randy looked at him for a little bit. "Okay these look official," Randy says.

He puts the design beside him so he can study it while putting it on properly. He gets the black ink ready in the needle. The needle is almost skin contact to my forearm. The needle machine is buzzing so loudly. It's actually really calming to me. The needle is now in my arm and I squirm a little. In the next few seconds it actually feels good. After about forty minutes later the tattoo is now done. I actually really like it. It looks great on my arm.

"It looks beautiful Jade, I'm so proud of you," Beck says while kissing my temple.

"I have to admit it does look really good," I say smiling at him. We keep smiling at each other until we had to pay Randy.

"let's go home now," Beck says to me.

We drive in his pickup truck for about ten minutes until we go back to his RV.

"I have an idea," Beck says smiling at me.

"Well what is it?" I ask.

"since I'm so proud of you, how about I make you your very own apple pie," Beck's says grinning even harder. He knows I love his apple pie with an obsession. He doesn't even have to ask or think. He knows the answer Is already yes. He gets all the ingredients together and whips it up in the oven for an hour.

"While we wait do you wanna play blackjack?" Beck asked. Like he knows, he doesn't have to ask. We just play. He deals the cards and I immediately get an ace and a king. Beck looked at me in amazement.

"You already have blackjack. You win," Beck says amazed.

"Maybe this tattoo is lucky," I say smirking.

We kept playing blackjack until the pie was done. Then for the rest of the night we had pie and played blackjack. Ever time I would win. Maybe this tattoo is lucky.