I just finished reading another story, and I come to write with great inspiration! Hope you like it. ;)

Bella POV

I drove back home quickly, the rain pouring down. They were like little missles, loud and fast and heavy. I honestly didn't know how someone could stand all this weather; I"m not ashamed to admit I question the sanity of everyone in Forks.

I pulled into the driveway which was--at the moment--empty. Charlie was still at work, so I had the house all to myself.

I hoped out of the car, and couldn't get away from the feeling that something was out of place. I did a quick 360, scanning the area. Nothing. Maybe there's just something wrong with me. That would explain a lot.

Unlocking the front door, I walked into the warm house. I sighed in relief. Really, I think I was secretly made to be a cat. I hated the outdoors--I was born a totally inside person. I hate wetness (the rain) and I was incredibly lazy. Huh. I would make a terrific kitty. Ha ha... I could just see it. Me laying in the warm sun all day, hissing when ever someone came to close to my food. Attacking my owners when they refused to give me treats, peeing anywhere I pleased... a fantastic life.

I laughed quietly under my breath as I kicked my shoes off, wandering into the kitchen for a snack. There was nothing good, so I went back into the living room, plopping onto the couch. I grabbed the TV remote and started flipping through the channels. I stopped on a show about these crazy tattoos people had gotten...

Sudden inspiration hit me. Should I get a tattoo? Yes, I was underage (though that didn't really matter because I was excellent at convincing... all it took was a big wad of money). Yes, tattoos hurt. But, then again, I didn't care about the pain. It was a punishment for all the pain I had caused others when I wasn't, uh, myself. This is what made me decide to get a really big one on my back.

I grabbed my wallet which had a big wad of cash in it, and hurried out to my car.

I scanned the wall of pictures, looking for a cool picture. There was a line of people waiting, and I was next in line.

"Are you ready, Miss?" A tan boy with brown hair asked me. I nodded, and quickly picked one. I didn't look to see what picture I had picked up, but as lond as it was a full-back tattoo, it was all good. I had looked through all of the tattoos, and I liked all of them, so it was only a matter of the picture that ended up engraved in my back.

"Okay. I'm good." I smiled at the boy, and his eyes glazed over. I knew it wouldn't be very hard to convince him that it was okay for me to get a tattoo even though I was underage.

I snapped my fingers infront of the boys face, and he blinked quickly and shook his head. "Uh, well, okay, M-Miss," he stumbled. "I'm going to need an ID card and a drivers license. Plus you will need to fill out some paperwork. He led me to a small table in th coner of the room and handed me a paper. I gave him my ID and licnse.

While I was filling out the paper, he shook me arm, getting my attention. "Uh, Miss? It says you are underage. We don't allow customers under eighteen to get a tattoo without parents permission."

I smiled a sickly sweetly smile at him. It was one of those, "let me do this or I will rip your head off, roast it, then eat it" smiles. He took a small step back.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm eighteen. My birthday was yesterday, and I haven't had time to go in and get a new license yet."

He blinked, probably wondering which mental hospital I had just came from. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to need some proof. You could easily be lying, Miss."

I frowned when he said "you could easily be lying". I hope he hadn't caught me--I was still seventeen.

"Here's your proof." I smiled at him, pushing a wad of bills into his hand. He looked down and gawked.

"M-Miss..." he mumbled, looking dizzy. I had just handed him hundreds of dollars, probably the biggest tip he had ever recieved. I knew th teenager standing in front of me would put it to good use.

"Good. Now we have an understanding." He had opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. "Now, I want this tattoo"--I handed him the drawing--"and I would like it covering my whole back."

He sighed, then nodded. "Fine, Miss. You're artist will be Amy. Hold on, please."

The boy rushed down a hall, stuffing the money into his back pocket. He came back with a short girl who had long, light brown hair and about a thousand tattoos and peircings.

"Hi! I'm Amy." She stuck out her hand, also covered with a neat design. I shook it, and she pulled me through the hall, stopping at a door. She pushed me inside and closed it behind us.

"Okay, so you want this tattoo"--she held up the picture--"on your back?"

I nodded. "Yep. That's the one."

She smiled and got out a metal box with small tubes coming out of it. Amy started fixing it--adding a couple tubes into the sides and taking some out.

"Yeah, my friend got this tattoo. So beautiful. Seriously, you'll really love it. I think it look really good on your skin tone, too..." Amy kept chatting happily. When everything was ready, she wiped off my back with an alcohol swab. I had taken my shirt off and was laying on a table so Amy could easily reach my back.

"Okay, this might hurt a little," Amy said as she got started.

"Do you like it?" Amy asked as I sat looking in a mirror with my body twisted to get a good view of my back.

I nodded quickly, and went straight back to gwaking. The image on my back was beautiful. It was a japanese tree, the light brown branches flowing across my back and onto my shoulders and arms. There were beautiful flowers placed on the branches, their pinkish color so pale they could pass for peach. Actually, they were peach colored, with a hint of pink. You could see other colors mixed into the design--brown and red and blue and black and yellow... they made the tree glow and stand out against my skin. Overall, it was amazing.

"Thank you. It's... beautiful," I whispered to Amy. No, beautiful wasn't the right word... this was... beyond beautiful. It was mind-blowing.

Amy grinned. 'I'm glad you like it. Now, about the price..."

I paid for the tattoo, and Amy bandaged me up. I hadn't thought about the big, bulky, white wrap along my stomach and back. How would I hide this from Charlie? I prayed that he wouldn't be home when I got back, so that I could put on a jacket or something.

It was darker as I drove home--the sun had set some. The rain had finally ceased a little, which made me happy.

And--of course--Charlie was home. I grimanced as I pulled up in the driveway, parking next to his car.

I was walking up the front steps when he bolted out the door.

"Bella!" He yelled. "Where have you been, young lady?"

Busted.

"Uh, well..." I trailed off nervously, not sure of what to say.

"Thank goodness you're home! You scared me half to death!" Charlie continued talking, which I was thankful for. "I mean, I tried to call you, but your cell phone was turned off, so that scared me even more. I mean, what if you had been--what is wrapped around you?!"

About time.

My eyes widened. "Um, a bandage?"

Nice, Bella. Real nice.

I felt stupid for being so afraid of Charlie. What's the worst he could do--kill me? No, he would never hurt his daughter. And besides, I was stronger than him... but, then again, he was the one with the gun. I wasn't bulle proof during the day.

"A bandage? Why in the world is there a bandage on your back?" He demanded.

"Uh, well... I got a tattoo," I whispered.

It went all down hill from there.

Just a cute little update. I thought it would be cool for Bella to have a tattoo. :) I got my inspiration from the story Dorm Dilemma where Bella and Edward go get a tattoo together. (Yes, they are both human.) It's a cute story--check it out. it's on my Favorites list. :)

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