A/N: hey it's Patra's sister Lorelai she asked me to put up some chapters for her...i have 9 chapters for you all...10 chapters in total...shes got more for you later

Five hours, a bedroom, living room, kitchen, and one large black olive and extra cheese pizza later we were sitting on my couch with our feet on the coffee table.

"Doh! Watch it! Sheesh. I haven't even lived here for a day and you're going to spill an entire liter of Pepsi on my clean white carpet." I laughed as I grabbed Andy's leg to stop her from kicking the bottle of soda off the table.

"Technically it's a half liter of Pepsi." She smiled and dropped her feet to the ground. "Your apartment looks great, I can't believe it only took us five hours."

"Oh yea, only." I grabbed another slice of pizza and took a sip of my Pepsi.

"We should do something." Andy randomly said.

"Like what?" I asked, taking another bite of my fourth slice of pizza.

"I dunno. We could go get tattoos. Or something pierced." She suggested.

"Oh! I was thinking about piercing my lip. A vertical lip piercing." I smiled.

"That would be cool. How many do you have?"

"Just my nose and tongue. You should do your nipples." I smiled brightly.

"Ouch, that'd be hot." I couldn't help but laugh.

"It probably depends on the guy. Is there anywhere that's still open?"

"I think so. Here let me check." Andy grabbed her bag off the floor and pulled her Razr out. She dialed a number and then put her phone to her ear.

"You have a piercing place on speed dial?" I asked in disbelief.

"Piercing and tattoos. Don't you? Hello? Hey it's Andy." Pause. "You guys still open?" Short pause. "Great! Me and my friend are heading down now." Long pause. "Ha-ha alright see ya Ben. Kay. Bye." She snapped her phone shut and looked at me. "They're open. Let's go."

"Alright, let me brush me teeth." I stood up and walked to my bathroom. My mouth was full of foam when Andy popped in the bathroom door.

"You're so small. You lost weight."

Spit. "Yea." Rinse.

"How tall are you?"

"Five two."

"How much do you weigh?"

"A hundred pounds."

"Geez." I looked up and my piercing green eyes met her bright blue ones through the mirror. "What size pants do you wear?"

"A zero. Wait, that's American sizes, I have a twenty-four inch waist, whatever that is here. Can we just stop talking about my weight?"

"Hey, I'm not saying you look unhealthy, just…I noticed you had lost weight is all. You look good, honest."

I smiled and walked up to her. "Hey, let's go pierce something." She smiled down at me and tightly hugged me.

"Alright, I assume I'm driving?"

"You assume right. C'mon." I grabbed her hand and we quickly left my apartment.

"Ahhhhhhhhouch!" Andy screamed. I started laughing hysterically and had to hold back my tears. We were in a back room at the piercing shop and I had somehow talked her into piercing her nipples.

"Well now that you've done one you gotta do the other. It looks awesome though." I smiled and walked over to her. "Check it out." I motioned towards the mirror against the wall and she walked over to it.

"That's hot." She smiled and turned around. "Hurt like fuck, but it's hot."

"You still wanna do the other one?" Sara, the tattoo slash piercing expert, asked. She was about Andy's height, a little smaller weight wise, and had full sleeves and tattoos on her neck. Those were the only visible ones at least. She had snake bites, a hoop in her nose, and gauges in her ears. Her hair was about medium length and pulled into a messy ponytail, she wore black makeup around her hazel eyes, and she had perfectly straight white teeth. She was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and black and white chucks.

"Should I?" Andy asked me.

"Yea, you're lopsided." I smiled.

"She's got a point." Sara laughed.

"Alright, let's do it." Andy walked back over and sat down. Sara got a new sterile needle and a matching hoop and Andy closed her eyes.

"Done." Sara smiled seconds later.

"…ouch…" Andy whispered, looking at me. "How did you talk me into doing this again?"

"Honestly, I do not know. But it's my turn!" I smiled brightly. I walked over and sat down in the chair while Sara grabbed a new needle, clamp, and barbell. She marked my lip before clamping it and picking up the needle.

"Ready?" Sara asked.

"Uh-huh." I held my eyes closed and did my best to breath.

"All done, I just have to put the barbell in." I opened my eyes and could see my reflection on the mirror. I looked like I was about to shit my pants and laughed. Not only that but I still had the needle sticking out of my lip.

"You already did your tongue, you would think your lip would be no big deal." Sara commented as she slipped the barbell in place and screwed on the ball.

"Yea I know. I always do that to myself. Same when I get tattoos." I smiled Sara wiped away the blood and handed me a mirror.

"What tattoos do you have?" she asked.

"The star on my left wrist, wings on my shoulder blades, a fairy on my lower back, and I'm considering getting another one. It looks awesome, thanks." I smiled and handed her the mirror.

"Good. Well, if you decide on that tattoo come back and we'll hook you up."

"Will do, thanks again." We paid and walked back out to Andy's car.

"I thought you said you were only getting one tattoo?" Andy asked as she started the car.

"I only said that because Tom only wanted me to get one."

"So you got multiple tattoos to piss him off in the off-chance you ever run into him again?"

"No, I got them because I wanted them. I need a drink."

"Alright, let's go." Andy laughed as she drove off to I-don't-know-where. After about five minutes I realized where we were going.

"Are we going to the pub we always used to sneak in to?"

"Possibly." She pulled to the curb, killed the engine, and got out. "Come on."

We walked into the pub and I looked around. It was exactly as I remembered it, only it seemed a lot less cool then when I was 16.

"I can't believe we used to sneak into the place." I mumbled under my breath. Andy laughed.

"I know right. I haven't been in here for forever. I'm not even sure why I picked this place."

"It's cool. C'mon." I walked up to the bar and sat down, Andy sat next to me and immediately the guy behind the bar walked up to us.

"Ladies, how are you tonight?"

"Good, you?" I smiled at him.

"Good. What can I get you two lovely ladies?" He leaned against the counter and stared at me. I have to say he was pretty cute. He was probably about 6"2', had short, messy brown hair, brown eyes, and medium sized lips. His nose was small and he had a much defined bone structure. He was very muscular and his tight black shirt showed that off.

"I'll just take a Newcastle." I smiled.

"Same." Andy also smiled. He walked away and Andy grabbed my arm. "He was definitely checking you out." She whispered into my ear.

"No he wasn't, he just wants to get a big tip out of us." I glanced at her and she gave me one of her looks.

"Or maybe he thinks you're cute."

"Or maybe he just wants to get in my pants, what a tip that would be."

"Or maybe he just thinks you're cute." I rolled my eyes at her and she gave me a desperate look. "Come on Skye, it's not like you're seeing anyone. There's nothing wrong with flirting with him a little bit. Have a little fun."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"I think you think he's cute but you're too shy to say anything."

"I have a boyfriend thanks. C'mon, here he comes." She nudged my arm and I rolled my eyes at her.

"Here you go, two Newcastles." He smiled at us and I noticed his teeth were so white I could have used a pair of sunglasses.

"Thanks. So what's your name?"

"Bobby, yours?"

"I'm Skye and this is Andy."

"Skye, that's a pretty name. I like it."

"Thanks." I blushed a little before looking back at him.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Twenty-seven, you?"

"Twenty-five. How long have you worked here?"

"About three years. Are you single?"

"Yep. Why?" I smiled.

"Just curious." He smiled back.

"Bobby!" A male voice screamed from the back room.

"Coming!" Bobby screamed back before turning back to face me. "Sorry, duty calls. I'll be back eventually." He smiled before turning and walking through the swinging doors of the back room.

"He definitely thinks you're hot." Andy said once he was gone.

"Andy, he's gay."

"What? What makes you think that?"

"Did you not see his teeth? His teeth were so white they blinded me when he smiled. The only straight guys that whiten their teeth that much are actors and models."

"So maybe he's an aspiring model."

"I'm sorry but most models are not very smart. I prefer to have intelligent conversations with the men I date." I shook my beer bottle and frowned as I took the last sip of it.

"Fine then, he's an aspiring actor."

"I'd rather not date another actor."

"Skye, how many guys have you dated in the last nine years?"

"A couple."

"I was asking for a number…"

"Five. Most of them only lasted six or seven months, but the fifth one, he was another story. We were together for two and half years. He owned a bar in Los Angeles."

"What happened?"

"I told him I was being transferred to London. I asked him to come with me, maybe open a bar here. He told me no. Look, it's a long story and I'd rather not talk about it here. Wanna grab a six pack and go back to my place?"

"Sounds good to me." Just then Bobby walked up to us.

"You ladies heading out?"

"Yea. Here, this should cover the drinks. Keep the change." Andy smiled and handed him the money as we stood up.

"Thanks. Uhm, Skye?"

"Yea?"

"You think I could get your number? We could hang out sometime or something?"

"Yea, that'd be cool." I pulled a pen out of my back pocket and wrote my name and number on a napkin and slid it towards him, "See ya." I smiled and turned and left with Andy on my heels.