It was hard for me to choose a song for this chapter so I chose Take Me Away by Blue Öyster Cult since it seemed to fit to me.
As Honey walks out to the lot, she smiles as she sees Happy returning and backing into his spot. "Hey killer. You free today?" He nods, ruffling her hair a bit as she playfully smacks his hand away.
"Should be for a few hours. Ink time?"
Honey nods, smiling at the much older, much more menacing man that she loved like a brother. "If you're sure you're free. Clubhouse?"
Happy nods, wrapping his arm around Honey's delicate shoulders as they walk back inside. Half Sack is sitting at the bar, holding his head in his hands as they come in. Honey looks down as Happy barks, "Prospect, get me a beer." Half Sack stares at Honey for a moment before nodding and grabbing a bottle from the new case.
Homey hops up into one of the bar stools, and takes her small charm bracelet off, laying it on the counter as Happy goes to retrieve his tattoo equipment. Half Sack sighs softly as he murmurs, "We need to talk." Honey nods, looking up at him.
"After I get my tattoo, meet in the dorm?"
His eyes widen a little as he appraises her quietly. "You're getting a tattoo? Now? In the clubhouse?"
Honey laughs softly and nods. "I've gotten all three of my tattoos here. All from Happy."
"What are the tattoos of?" He asks curiously, looking down at her.
She stands up and slips the waist band of her shorts down to show the small, simple heart on her left hipbone. "This one was my first one, I got it when I was thirteen." She held her arm out showing him the small lowercase words 'love me i hurt' just above the bend of her elbow. "Fourteenth birthday."
She sits back down and he frowns a little. "What about the third one?"
She gives him a small smirk, raising her eyebrow. "That one is somewhere I can't show you or you'll have a heart attack."
It takes him a moment to understand but when he does, his cheeks glow red. "O-oh...that's nice..." She smiles and kisses him softly, pulling away seconds before Happy returns.
"You gonna stay and watch?" She watches Happy set up the tattoo machine, swinging her legs gently as she rubs her wrist.
Half Sack nods, sitting beside her. "I got a tattoo on my shoulder when I was 18, before I got deployed."
Honey smiles, looking at him as she murmurs. "What is the tattoo of?" He rolls up the sleeve of his tshirt, showing her the star tattoo on his arm.
Her soft, cool fingertips gently trace the outline of the star as she smiles. "That's really cool..." Happy stares stoically at them as he puts on a pair of rubber gloves. Honey rolls her eyes at him and mouths 'behave'.
He glowers at her as he starts to prepare the ink, keeping a close eye on the prospect's hand that is lingering too close to her hip for his liking. Honey murmurs to Half Sack, "He's a bit overprotective, you see. Has been for the past 16 and a half years, I've been trying to train him. These attack dogs are really hard to change though."
Half Sack nods, looking down as he pulls his hand back from her hip. "That's uh nice."
Happy gently takes Honey's hand into his much larger one and begins tattooing. Honey flinches a bit, biting her lip as she lays her head over on Half Sack's chest. "This one hurts..."
Happy nods, explaining, "Skin is thinner so the tendons and veins are more sensitive to the needle." Half Sack watches Happy as he works meticulously, gently running his hand up and down Honey's arm to distract her much to the growing anger of Happy.
Slowly, letter by letter, the ink forms words. Honey watches, her arm buzzing in pain although numb to a degree from the repeated motion of the needle. Happy finishes the tattoo and wipes the excess ink from her pale skin, looking up and frowning when he sees Honey laying against the prospect's chest as if she belonged there. He silently packs his tattoo equipment away and stands up, kissing Honey's forehead and walking back to the dorm he was currently occupying.
Half Sack grasps Honey's thin wrist gently, reading the tattoo. "'What I chase won't set me free.'" He stays quiet for a moment before standing up. "We need to talk, Honey."
Honey nods, tearing her eyes away from the pinkish skin surrounding her newest tattoo. "I know. Go wait in the dorm and I'll meet you there after Happy leaves, he should be going any minute."
He nods and walks into his dorm, sitting down on the edge of the foot of his bed. A few minutes later, Happy walks out in a plain grey hoodie, his cut nowhere in sight. Honey frowns, hugging him softly. "Undercover, huh?"
He nods, kissing her forehead. "We'll be back tonight, baby girl. You staying here?" She nods and he sighs.
She frowns at him, pulling away. "Happy, are we friends?"
He frowns, confused as he steps back. "Yeah...why?"
"Half Sack is my friend too. You can be grumpy and fussy all you want but I'm not going to let you decide who I can and can't be friends with." She crosses her arms, staring up at him. He glowers at her, at which she raises her eyebrow.
He walks out wordlessly and she sighs, hearing his bike roaring away from the clubhouse. Walking towards Half Sack's dorm at the end of the hall, she hums softly as she knocks on the door. Hearing his muffled voice telling her to come in, she walks in and quietly shuts the door behind her.
Half Sack is sitting with his head in his hands, eyes closed. Honey leans her back against the doorway, watching him cautiously. "...Half Sack?" When she gets no response, she slowly kneels in front of him, resting her hand on his knee. "Kip, look at me, please?"
He slowly raises his head, looking at her with conflicted baby blue eyes. She sighs as he mumbles, "This has to end, Honey. No more of this touchy feely crush shit. You saw Happy, he was ready to maul me for just sitting with you."
Honey looks down for a moment before looking up at him seriously. "Do you want me, Kip?"
His cheeks flush to match his red tshirt as he avoids looking at the teen on her knees before him. "I-It doesn't matter, Honey."
"It does." She leans forward, her chest brushing against his legs making him look at her begrudgingly. "I watched my brother and his ex hide their relationship from the entire school and our parents for almost 2 years. That's like legendary in a small town like Charming."
"What are you trying to say?" He almost whispers, gently tucking an unruly curl of hair behind her ear.
She smiles, blushing softly as she murmurs, "Tellers are stubborn." Slowly she climbs up until she's sitting in his lap, laying her head on his shoulder. "But even if you don't wanna risk being with me, what's the harm in being friends?"
Half Sack bites his lip hard as he feels every inch of her slim, soft curves, fighting the urge to give in. "Your dad..."
"Trust me, I can and have done worse. Be my friend, Kip...I'm sweet." She gently trails her lips down his neck teasingly and he swallows hard, his hands gripping her hips tight enough she'd probably have bruises.
"...Friends. Just friends." He concedes, his voice husky with lust as she smiles against his neck, adjusting herself so that every inch of her body is pressing against his.
"Good. Now, I gotta go home to finish some stuff. Can I get a ride? We can hang out, if you aren't busy."
He nods, taking a deep breath to calm himself as she slowly moves from his lap. "S-sure..."
Honey smiles and kisses his jaw softly, murmuring, "Thank you. For giving me a chance." He nods slowly, hugging her gently as she snuggles into his chest momentarily before pulling away and standing up.
He grabs his keys and they walk out to the parking lot together, him helping her onto his bike and giving her the helmet, then her clinging to his back as he drives leisurely towards her house.
Honey kisses his shoulder lightly as she relaxes, letting the wind blow her hair and clothes as she leans back a little. Half Sack smiles and speeds up a little, making her giggle and squeeze her legs on either side of him.
Within minutes, they're parked in front of the Morrow home and Honey climbs off, taking the helmet off as Half Sack looks up at the house with intimidation clouding his face. Honey grabs his hand, smiling in reassurance as she leads him inside and upstairs to her bedroom on the right side of the hallway.
He lingers in the doorway as she sits down on her blue and red floral bed, taking her boots and socks off. She smiles at him, her dimples making her seem innocent. "You can relax, come sit down." She pats the bed beside her and he slowly walks over as if approaching a trap.
She rolls her eyes and laughs quietly. "Kip, relax! Here, I have an idea." She rolls onto her belly and rifles through her nightstand drawer, bringing out an expertly rolled joint and a lighter. "We can smoke a little, relax a little, and get to know each other. Sound good?" She lit the joint and held it between her pouty lips as she looked at him expectantly.
He nods, smiling goofily as he relaxes a little, her casual demeanor helping him out. "Alright."
After a couple puffs, she passes the joint to him as she exhales the smoke. He takes a drag as he leans back against the wall, watching her lean over and turn the stereo on, the Blue Öyster Cult's greatest hits CD playing quietly in the background. "So...tell me more about your tattoos."
She laughs softly and shrugs, glancing down at her freshly inked wrist. "There really isn't a lot to tell...the one on my hip, the heart, I got it as like my first big act of rebellion. My dad was away in jail for like three consecutive dance recitals and I was pissed. Wanted to do something to piss him off, I don't know. Angsty teen shit."
He nods, passing her the joint. "That's kind of sweet, angsty or not." He watches her take a long drag before biting his lip softly. "The one on your arm?"
She laughs, the weed mellowing her out as she looks down at it, shrugging. "More angst bullshit. I was growing up, I mean I grew a DD sized rack overnight. My mom had no patience to sit and talk me through anything, she was always more about her sons. I felt really alone and wanted attention." She shrugs, blushing softly as the joint burns down slowly as they keep passing it back and forth.
He nods, laying his head back as he closes his eyes. "I understand that. My dad died when I was a kid and my mom couldn't handle it. She dropped me at my grandma's house one day and just didn't come back."
Homey bites her lip gently, laying her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. She was a fool for leaving you, you're a great guy."
"Thanks...my grandma was a good parent though. She died while I was in Iraq." He sighs softly as he opens his eyes and frowns, seeing the poster pinned to ber ceiling. "Uh...Honey, why is there a poster of Johnny Depp on your ceiling?"
She blushes deeply, running her fingers through her hair. "...Sleep therapy?"
He laughs softly and shakes his head. "Uh huh, Doctor Johnny?"
She smirks, nudging his thigh with her foot. "Ooh yes, Doctor Johnny helps me with my...special needs."
There's a moment of silence before they both collapse into a fit of laughter, laying beside each other on the bed, the still burning joint laid forgotten in the ashtray on the nightstand.