Author's Note: This is my first fan fic that is not South Park. I actually enjoyed writing this filling the blanks for the characters. I did some research and realized there is not a lot of info on the characters like I thought. I am very happy with the outcome of this story and I hope you enjoy. Also tiny spoiler there will be a sex scene but not until later in the story.
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Recess
I wiped down the arm of my client I just finished tattooing. I smiled looking at the artwork now complete. The good part is he is a regular and can take the pain very well. I watched as my client Reggie went to look in the mirror.
"Great job as always Spin." In the shop I am called Spin because I can put my own spin on any tattoo request. Reggie opted for a pretty female zombie eating a heart. Reggie pulled out some bills. "You deserve this little lady."
"Thanks Reggie" I replied taking the bills and stuffing them into my pocket without looking through it. "You know where to find me if you need anything else done."
"You know it!" Reggie walked up to the register to pay. Man I needed a smoke. I walked to the back of the shop going out of the back door. I can see that Greg is already there. Greg glances at me.
"You finally finished Reggie's tatt?" he asked.
"I would not be standing here if I hadn't." I sneered at him. Greg Skeens went to school with me since I can remember. In elementary he was known as Graffiti kid. He was always drawing on walls. I liked to draw but not to that extreme. Greg takes a puff from his cig as I stare off into the courtyard in front of us. He actually did some drawings on the building across from us so we would have something to look at. Go figure. He finishes his cigarette and heads back inside.
I stand there thinking about how my life turned out. Overall I am pretty happy with how things went. I am doing what I love, I have my own place no roommate. It can't get any better. The only person I really keep in touch with is Gretchen. We are different but the same deep down. Gretchen has managed to get a job at the Science Center downtown. She loves it being able to do experiments for kids from all grades coming to visit the center. It's a good fit for her. I finished my cig and went back inside. Greg stops me before I get to my area.
"Hey" he said. "You got someone requesting to have you work on them."
"Alright" I reply continuing to my area. As I get closer I take in the guy's appearance. He is a little taller than me. He is wearing a white tee showing off his toned arms and some loose jeans with red chucks. He looks cute from what I can see. He is staring at some of the quick tatt designs on the wall. "Hi, how can I help you today?" He turns around revealing a smirk. Omg, Teej?
"Hi Spinelli" he smiled. "It looks like you have been doing well for yourself." I cross my arms and take in the fact that he has gotten even cuter freckles and all. I didn't know that was possible.
"Yeah" I respond not sure what is to say.
"How are you? It's been too long." Not long enough. He stuffs his hands into his jeans front pockets. He is staring into my eyes making me nervous but I will be damned if I let him see that.
"It's all good over here" I reply. "What are you looking to get done today?"
"I want a Japanese style tattoo, I want a really cool dragon on the side of my calf." I bend down and lift TJ's jeans to take in the place he would like to have the tattoo. "I want it on my left calf, on the outside." I nod.
"I can do that for you. Just give me about an hour to get together a stencil for you."
"Cool" smiled TJ. "I am going to take a walk if you don't mind." I don't mind at all. There is no way I could focus on the drawing with him sitting here watching me.
"It's fine, thank you." I watch him walk out of the shop front doors.
"Spin, wasn't that TJ?" asked Greg suddenly in my ear.
"Jesus Christ, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I look back at the front doors. "Yeah that was him."
"Man how long as it been? Didn't you have a thing for him?"
"Years, shouldn't you being doing something else besides trying to annoy the shit out of me?" Greg shrugged.
"I have a client coming within 30 minutes."
"Well you should be prepping for that client" I snapped. Greg holds his hands up in surrender walking away.
I sit down in my section at my small desk opening my laptop to research a dragon for the tattoo. I have done them before but I still like to look at references and try to tailor it to my client. I am thinking about how things were with TJ. That guy was my whole world for a while. No, we never dated. Once we got to high school this idiot discovered girls. With his popularity he turned into a male whore. He fucked all the Ashley's and I could not get past that, just plain old nasty.
I throw myself into my work and have the drawing completed within 45 minutes. I am pretty proud of how it looks. It should go with the flow of his skin very well. I playing angry birds on my phone when he comes back into the shop. I place my phone down looking up at him. His brown eyes look intense with excitement.
"So are you looking to get color?" I asked.
"Hell yeah! I wouldn't want it any other way." I smile because I love using color.
"I am glad to hear that. This is the design I have for you. I can make it bigger or smaller. Just let me know."
"This looks great the way it is. I want my dragon to be the same color as the dragon on Dragon Ball Z." I hold back a chuckle.
"Okay that makes things a bit easier. Let's go ahead and get the outline started. I can cross reference the colors after the outline allowing you a small breather." I got all my tools out that I would need for the first half of the session. "Is this your first tattoo?"
"Yeah." Oh boy, I didn't know he was a tattoo virgin.
"I don't know what your pain level is like some people can handle it some can't. Just let me know and I will stop."
"It can't be that bad." TJ waved off with his hand. I shake my head. I am sure he can handle it but most guys I think can really can't. They will start gritting their teeth and in some cases shaking.
"You are at less getting it in an easier area. I will have you lay down so you are more comfortable." TJ got up on the table and got into a comfortable spot. We found a spot that he liked on his caff. I tested my gun before getting started. I am now in work mode and going to work on the tatt outline. TJ is quite for a while before he tries to make conversation.
"How come you didn't try to keep in touch with me?" He cuts right to the meat.
"I don't know Teej, this thing called life."
"How come you are not on facebook?"
I laugh. "Are you kidding me? I am not going on there having everyone up in my damn business."
"At least you were smart enough to have some business pages." That is probably how he found me. I have a professional facebook, twitter and Instagram page. Nothing on social media is personal for me. I like to keep the two separate. I am still trying to decide if I want to do this snap chat bid.
"Yeah, my work is my life." I can feel him staring at me but I ignore it.
"You look good though." I look okay for my age. I am 5'6 with bronze skin. I look like a have a tan all year around. Something most people pay for. I tried growing my hair out once but I felt like it was always in the way. So I hair is shoulder length. On a good day I will wear lip-gloss but other than that no make up. Tee shirts, jeans and shorts are a staple in my closet.
"Thanks." I don't know what to say to him. I haven't really talk to him in years. Is he even the same asshole he grew to be in high school or is that sweet cool elementary TJ still in there. I long ago gave up on that thought.
"You don't have any questions for me?"
"Not really."
"Come Spinelli, why are you giving me such a hard time?"
"I need to focus on your tattoo if you would like it done right. I am going to need to cut back on the chatter." I could hear Greg chuckle. I look behind me and see him in his booth getting more ink out for his client. I roll my eyes and go back to what I am doing. I complete the outline and wipe the area. "Can you handle the color today or would you like to come back?"
"Can I come back?" asked TJ.
"Yeah it's fine" I reply wrapping the tattoo. "I can continue once this is completely healed. Here is a card that explains to you what you need to do to keep this clean and not infected. Do you have any questions?"
"Yeah" he smirked. "Can I have your number?"
"No, but you can have a card" I fake grin. "You can pay Red up front. Excuse me." I rush off to the back of the shop wanting to get away from him. It sucks that it has come to this. Like things are just so weird and awkward as fuck.
The rest of the day goes by quickly. I manage to do another 2 clients before the end of my shift. The work came out great considering I was distracted a bit. I clean up my area to head out.
"So looks like TJ is still feeling you" stated Greg.
"Mind your business Greg or you will end up with some missing teeth." I growl shaking my fist at him.
"No need to be all touchy about it" said Greg. I don't know why he is acting all surprised. He knows how I am by now. I wave goodbye to Red and head out the door. I immediately pulled out a cigarette and lit it. I start walking down the street to my apartment. I pull my phone out knowing Gretch is off now. I am in need for some serious girl chat.