HAY GAIZ I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD. For the past several months I've been really busy/lazy but I finally found time to finish this lameass fuck of a story :D

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Chapter 10- Last Leg

December 10th, some place in Australia.

I peeked into the other room in the bus where 2D was sitting having a smoke. I smirked then went over to him. I sat next to him and grinned real big. When he finished I said, "Hey 2D, guess what today is!"

"...Friday."

"Not just that."

"The 10th."

"YES BUT IT'S A CERTAIN DAY."

"...Uh..."

"...You forgot, didn't you?"

"Wait, i'ss on th' tip of me tongue..."

"..."

"...yer birfday?"

"YES! And there's something I want."

"Like wot?"

"A...tattoo."

"...yer kidding, right?"

"Nooo."

"I fink yew should wait."

"I think you're being strict."

"Me? Strict? Ha!"

I smiled even bigger. "Seriously."

"...Yew really sure yew want one? Dey 'urt. Th' person sticks a needle in yeh an' stuff."

"I got my ears pierced when I was 5. I don't think getting a tattoo would hurt that bad."

"Yew don' know. I got tattoos, dey 'urt when dey stuck th' needles in an...eeuughhh."

"C'mon, pleeasseeee?"

"...awrigh', fine. Bu' yer mum's no' gonna be too 'appy when she sees yer body all marked up."

"Your fault."

When we got to the little tattoo shop down the street, I suddenly felt twisted nerve inside me. I decided to brave it out despite the pain it was going to bring. I sat down in the chair and watched as 2D filled out the paperwork he was required to fill out. I asked the tattoo artist to put a sun with a face on my left arm, and that's just what he did. I watched the man, who had a rather hilarious Aussie accent, etch out and ink the design into my arm. It was very painful and I squeezed 2D's hand very hard the whole time. But when I was done, it looked very intricate. Eact ray was waved and had orange tips. The sun looked very happy, and it almost had a shine to it. I was extremely happy with it. "Well," I started, "What do I do if I don't want it anymore?"

"Oh, there's a way to get it removed," the man began, "It uses lasers and you have to go a few times. It might cause your skin to get all scabbed up, and hurts. I'd know, I've had it done a few times. There's creams and stuff out there but they're not as good. Anyways, have a great time the rest of your time here in Australia! And nice to meet you, Mr. 2D. My daughters are big fans. They're coming to see you guys tomorrow. It will be my youngest daughter's first concert."

"'Ow old is she?"

"Erm...10. The oldest one's 19."

"Oh. Big difference dere. Well, we gotta get going. Fanks!"

"No problem."

As wel left the shop, I kept looking at the ink that now covered the top part of my arm. I smiled at it as we continued to walk back to the hotel. However, when we got back, Scribs saw it and read us the riot act. "I can't believe you let her get a tattoo!"

"She wanted 'un."

"Well, you can't just give someone what they want! She's practically your child now!"

"Yeah well...she's 15 now. I fink she can do woteva she wants."

"...'D, she ain't your kid. Do you know how FURIOUS her mother will be?"

"Well..."

"I can NOT believe you would be that irresponsible! What are you going to do when Cassidy turns 15? Are you going to let her mark up her body like that?"

"Well..."

"And now she's stuck with it!"

"I'm-"

"2D, you've done some stupid things...but this, oh, this is probably the dumbest. If I would have known better I would have stopped you."

"Scribs, I-"

"You're not even her legal guardian!"

There was an awkward silence. I was going to say something but hesitated for fear that Scribs would yell at me.

That night as I tried to sleep, I listened to Scribs talking to 2D in the other room. 2D had apologised for his irresponsibility and Scribs forgave him. I slept very heavily that night, waking up with just enough time to toss on some sweatpants and a t-shirt and get on the bus for soundcheck. No one questioned why I was dressed like that, no one really seemed to care. Every girl has their lazy days- I've even seen Scribs walk around in her pajamas all day (though that's really rare for her).

We finished off the tour in Australia and finally went over to New Zealand for one last show. This show was also the first time I had seen any of them cry. They were tears of joy, but it was still crying. It was a great night for all of us.

We arrived back to Plastic Beach a few days later. Russel was nearly small enough to fit in a normal building now, and he was the first person to greet us when we came home. Rebekka must've seen our boat coming as well, as when we docked, she peeked her caramel-colored head out from behind Russel. Her hair had stayed the same throughout the time we were gone (then again, she WAS a ghost after all).

A few days passed and nothing really interesting happened. I spent more time with Rebekka instead of the band, and there were days where the band never saw me- sometimes there would be periods of three days where I hung out in the lighthouse with Rebekka and never came out. One thing led to another, and eventually I decided my room would be in the lighthouse, and for a month, the band never saw me once. That is, until we got the message.

It was a rainy day- a Saturday, I think- and Rebekka vanished from the beach. I paced the top of our lighthouse home for several hours wondering where she went. Finally, a portal appeared and spat her out. Rebekka was frantic and panting.

"What is it? Where have you been?" I asked.

"Kaish, I was in the ghost world and I...I-"

"What?"

"Kaish, it's time."

"For what?"

"The extraction!"

"The wha?"

"I'm coming back to life!"