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Chapter Two
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"NATALIE UCHIHA, OPEN THE DOOR THIS INSTANT!" Raising the volume of the tv, I continue to ignore my friend Isabelle's shouting and loud bangs on the door.
"You're so lucky I don't have a key to your house!" My friend says as she peeks through the mail flap.
"I'm not home!" I yell as I raise the tv's volume to the maximum level.
Sticking her slender arm through the flap, she attempts to open the door.
"Ouch! I think my arm is stuck."
Rolling my eyes, I put down the tub of Ben and Jerry's Rocky Road and go open to door to help Izzy.
"Alright, you won. Now what is so important that you had to disturb my romance movie marathon?"
"You call this a romance movie marathon? More like bout of depression, that's what."
"Depressed? You think I'm depressed?"
"Talli, stop lying through your teeth. Come on. It's 2 pm, you're still in pajamas, eating out of the ice cream carton, looking over old photos, while watching The Notebook. If you're not depressed then you just learned you have about 30 minutes to live."
"What? I can't believe you would think that I am depressed because all my friends are either engaged or married and I'm still the same old dateless college drop-out mooching off her father's wealth?"
Izzy gives me this look and pulls the ice cream tub out of my hand.
"Talli, just because we are at different stages in our life doesn't mean we can't still be best friends."
Grabbing the tub back from her, I dig the spoon deep into the carton and pull out an enormous chunk of rocky road.
"Stop that! You won't be able to be the Maid of Honor if you can't fit into the dress."
"You picked me? As Maid of Honor?"
"No silly, we've only been bff since Junior High. Now come on, I still have a few months left till the ceremony. More than enough time to do all the stupid things I never got around to doing while I was a bachelorette." Isabelle says as she pulls me up off the couch.
"Now go take a shower! Go!" She pushes me towards the bathroom and I soon oblige.
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Stepping out of the bathroom, I put my auburn hair up in the towel and go check on my friend in the living room.
"I don't know why you complain about boy troubles, because when you went to Barbados last year I see you picked up a delicious little friend." Isabelle says as she waves a picture in her hand, while I not to snap at her for going through my personal photo albums.
"But I didn't meet any boys in Barbados. I ended up eating bad clams on the first night and was sick to my stomach the whole week." I say as I approach my friend and pull the photo out of her hand.
"Um, Iz? This is a picture of my parents honeymoon." Isabelle turns bright red and grabs the photo right back.
Closely examining it, she looks up at me and then back down at the photo.
"Isn't it creepy how you look exactly like your mother?"
"Or that you just called my Dad delicious."
"Hello girls! I just got home. By the way, what's so delicious?"
Anyone who has know my dad for years can tell you that he has the nastiest habit of popping out of nowhere at the worst possible times. And no matter how many times he may do it, It still scares the heck out of me.
Flustered, I shove the photo in my pocket.
"Um, the cake! We were just about to leave to go sample different wedding cakes."
I wink at Isabelle and she plays along with it. "Yeah yeah, that's it! The cake."
"So we better get going now, right Izzy?"
"Yeah, we don't want to be late." Isabelle smiles back at me.
"Well enjoy yourselves. And bring back some left-overs!" My dad walks into the kitchen, and Isabelle and I both make an a-line for the door.
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"So what is it you want to do again?" I ask Isabelle timidly.
"Get a tattoo silly!" Izzy lightly punches me in the arms as I look up at the Tattoo parlor sign.
"And I have to come with you because...?"
"That's what friends do! Come on. If we are going to do something stupid, might as well do it together."
"Ooh no. There is no we. You can do something stupid. I will laugh it up when you are stuck getting it lasered off your ass at the age of 52."
"What? I just want a small star on my wrist like Nicole Richie."
"Oh, why didn't you say so? Nicole Richie did it, that definitely makes getting a tattoo a brilliant idea." I roll my eyes sarcastically.
"Come on, stop being such a grouch. Besides, your father has a tattoo."
"...He has a what? Wait, why haven't I noticed? Unless it's someplace... You know, I'm not even gonna ask how you saw it. Most likely involves Tequila."
"Didn't you look at the picture from before?"
"Huh?" I reach into my back pocket and pull out the photo from earlier.
And truth be told, he does have a tattoo. Except it is this weird swirly symbol. Definitely one of those things you wake up with after a wild night of partying.
"It's pretty cool looking. In a gothic sort-of way." Isabelle comments.
"Well there is no way I'm getting a tattoo."
45 minutes later:
I really need to learn how to put my foot where my mouth is.
Admiring the swirly symbol on my arm, I still couldn't believe that Isabelle had talked me into getting the same tattoo my father has.
Well aside from dropping out of Viilanova, I guess I am required to one more stupid act that I'll regret for the rest of my life.
But just to be safe I think I'll not show this to my father. Cause I mean, he was most likely drunk or under the influence of some substance when he got that tattoo, and I'm currently sober.
"So Tal, what do you want to do now?"
"Anything that involves sitting down. Preferably air conditioned."
As her face lit up and she erupted in a fit of spasms, I was convinced she was suffering from a brain aneurysm.
"MOVIES!" As Izzy jumps up and down in excitement I suddenly remember why I was blowing my friend off these pass few weeks in the first place.
Make Out Paradise. THE MOVIE. As if those Fabio plastered covers weren't enough to liquidate your brain, they had to make it movie. And the media's favorite certain blonde is starring in the lead role. Oh joy.
"So... what time do you want to see it?
"The movie? Um...I was thinking..."
"Hold on..." My friend was on her cellphone, most likely calling for the movie times.
"Welcome to Moviefone..."
Rolling my eyes, I decide to make a getaway while my friend wastes her time talking to a robot.
Productive days like those always have a way at coming back at you... And that spur of the moment tattoo just happens to be one of the reason why...
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Author's Note
...I hope you liked the OC, by the way, all of the flashbacks Natalie is having take place in Boston. Her Missing-nin Dad came to Boston after being taken to America by her Spy mother (who was on a mission in Konoha and ended up saving her father's life...)
This is why I such a hard time writing the story, cause I wrote a prologue but it was way to confusing. I will try to incorporate the prologue information into the story, but It's hard...