Chapter Eighteen – Got Ink?
Pulling on an oversized sweat shirt over her tank top and a pair of Nathan's boxers, Brooke tossed the half empty bag of marshmallows to Haley.
"Thanks." Haley laughed catching the bag. Pulling a hand full of the marshmallows, she shoved three into her mouth. "This is the life." She laughed swallowing the mashed marshmallows. "This sleep over was a good idea, Brooke."
"Seriously." Brooke laughed. Taking a good look around her house she couldn't help but laugh at the mess they had made. Empty chip bags, dirty dishes piled a mile high in the sink, and Haley. Wrapped tightly in a blue blanket from the spare bedroom, Haley didn't seem to notice Brooke's attention on her. She was too busy being caught up in A Walk To Remember, the chick flick they had put on a half an hour earlier shoveling marshmallows into her mouth like there was no tomorrow. It amazed Brooke how Haley could stay so thin, considering how much junk food she ate. It didn't even have to do with how unhealthy the food she ate was, it was the proportioning. She just ate, ate and ate. Brooke wished she had that metabolism. If she ate like that, her hips would swell to an ungodly size, and she would end up looking like that guy Jared, before the Subway intervention. "I would have died from boredom if you and Peyton hadn't come to stay with me." Speaking of the skinny blonde. Brooke thought. "Tutor Girl?"
"Tigger?" Haley laughed.
"Where in the hell is Peyton?"
"Bathroom?" Haley shrugged. "That's where she said she was going anyways."
"When?" Brooke said scrambling her mind trying to think why she didn't remember Peyton's exit.
"It was when Landon blew off Jamie in school, remember. You were saying you would have slapped him, and she said that you could do what you wanted, that she was going to go to the bathroom."
"Right." Brooke said still not really remembering. Deciding to take Haley's word, she pushed herself off of the couch. "Be right back." Haley only nodded. Brooke walked down the hall and could see the light shining under the bathroom door. Brooke knocked on the door. "P. Sawyer?"
"The one and only." Peyton called from behind the door.
"What the hell are you doing in there?" Brooke asked confused
"Take a wild guess." Peyton told her sarcastically.
"Did you fall in?" Brooke could hear Peyton laugh on the other side of the door. "You're missing the movie."
"Oh darn." Peyton rolled her eyes.
"Get your ass out her Blondie." Brooke demanded.
Peyton opened the door and smiled. "I'm bored."
"And locking yourself in my bathroom is helping solving that problem?"
"Actually…" Peyton said passing Brooke walking out of the bathroom.
"P. Sawyer." Brooke laughed.
"Fine. No. But I can't stand Mary Gore." Peyton sighed.
"Mandy Moore." Brooke corrected her.
"Exactly. You see my point?" Peyton laughed.
"I guess…" Brooke sighed. "Fine. What do you want to do?"
"Go out."
"Go out where." Brooke laughed. "It's ten thirty at night, almost everything is closed, and we're all in our pajamas."
"Just out." Peyton answered.
Haley stared out the backseat window watching other cars fly by in the opposite direction and buildings pass by. The girls had gotten dressed and hand been driving around in Brookes Lexis for the last forty five minutes. "Everything is closed." She sighed.
"Body Accents is still open."
"Isn't that a piercing place?" Brooke asked.
"And tattoos." Peyton added. Brooke raised an eyebrow. "Come on B. Davis, ever since we were Jenny's age you have told me you wanted a tattoo."
"I already have one." Brooke answered. "That was checked off my to-do list a long time ago. You know that. You were with me when I got it."
"I know." Peyton sighed. "But after you got it you said you wanted to get another one someday."
"I also used to want a pony, Peyton." Brooke rolled her eyes.
"You still do." Peyton laughed. "Come on. It'll be fun."
"Ok, fine. Say I'll go do this. What is Haley going to do while we're gone?" Brooke asked.
"Haley?" Peyton sad looking at Haley thought the rear view mirror. "How do you feel about tattoos?"
"I'm alright with them, why?"
"I was just thinking." Peyton smiled.
"That can't be good." Haley joked.
"Let's go get tattoos." Peyton said pulling into Body Accents parking lot.
"You're crazy." Brooke rolled her eyes as the three girls climbed out of the car.
"You're a chicken shit." Peyton shot back.
"Am not." Brooke laughed crossing her arms across her chest as the three girls quickly walked into Body Accents.
"Who's paying for this?" Haley laughed. "Because I'm broke."
"I will." Peyton laughed.
"Thanks." Haley smiled. "So what are you guys going to get?"
"Not sure." Peyton sighed. "I want to get something that I'll want for the rest of my life."
"Good idea." Haley laughed. "No names, okay. Hell no numbers either, alright?"
"About that…" Brooke asked hesitantly. "Do you still have…"
"Yep." She turned around and showed them the number twenty three that was still tattooed on her lower back, which she didn't have the heart to remove. "I never had the time to remove it." She lied. Quickly sensing the awkward tension she laughed. "And guess what?" She laughed unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans she moved the fabric away and revealed another tattoo in small cursive writing the read La Bella Vita.
"That's awesome!" Brooke laughed. "What does it mean?"
"A beautiful life." Haley answered with a smile.
"When did you get it?" Peyton asked taking a closer look at the tattoo next to Brooke.
"Last year in Europe." Haley answered nonchalantly.
"You went Europe?" Brooke exclaimed. "I didn't expect you to get any more after…you know." She turned back and faced Peyton. "What about you, Sawyer? Got any ink I don't know about?"
Peyton grinned. Holding up the back of her shirt and pulling down she showed the two girls a tattoo of Chinese symbols. Brooke and Haley's eyes widened. "It mean, 'trust no man, fear no bitch' and I got it last year." Peyton laughed.
"Nice." Haley laughed.
"It's about Chris and April." Brooke informed Haley.
"No." Peyton shook her head. "Well, at least not all about them. It's about cheaters in general." Peyton said shooting a look at Brooke that Haley caught, but didn't say anything.
Haley turned to Brooke. "What about you?"
"What about me?" Brooke asked.
"Do you have any other tattoos besides the one you got in high school?"
Brooke shook her head with a smile. "Nope."
"Liar." Peyton accused with a laugh.
Brooke rolled her eyes. Putting her long brunette locks behind her left year, she pulled forward her ear. Revealing a small pair of cherries. Both girls shot Brooke a look. "Grad night." She laughed. "I was drunk."
"And so the whore in Brooke Davis lives on." Peyton laughed.
"Shut up." Brooke playfully smacked her friends shoulder. "I have an idea." She laughed. "We should all get the same one."
"Of what?" Haley laughed.
Holding open a book of pictures of tattoos Brooke showed Haley and Peyton one of a heart with a crown over is and two hands around the heart.
"I like it." Haley said with a nod and a smile.
"Me too." Peyton said. "So that's settled. Where should we get them?"
"Umm…" Haley said with a smile. Lifting up her hair, she pointed to the back of her neck. "How about there?"
"Love it." Brooke laughed.
"So are we going to do this damn thing or what?" Peyton asked.
"I'm in." Haley said.
"I guess me too." Brooke sighed.
"Excellent!" Peyton laughed and handed the money to the man be hind the counter. Showing him where they wanted their tattoos and of what the three girls followed the man into the back room and got their tattoos.
