Hello lovely readers! Here is the actual tattoo chapter up for your enojoyment! As always I would love to hear your thoughts in the review section!
Kisses,
Em
Saturday at 12:00, tattoo day.
Lucas's POV
I stared down at Riley with a smile on my face. Man did I judge Riley wrong; I never would have guessed she was going to get a tattoo. Her parents knew, but no on else. Maya, Farkle, Zay, Riley and I had a tradition of all skyping at 8:00 and doing a Netflix movie where we all watch the same one at the same time so we can talk to each other. Riley had decided that we would unveil it then. We had plans to go to dinner after what Riley called, "Watch Riley cringe in pain and regret her decisions while crushing Lucas's hand." It seemed to be a promising afternoon. Yay.
It was already off to a poor start, Riley's appointment had been moved down thirty minutes so we spent a good fifteen picking out the ink color and then looking at other tattoos. In an odd way Riley seemed to know her way around here well. Maybe Topanga had a tattoo.
After forty-five minutes (the guy before Riley wanted an extra leaf on his already annoyingly large rose bush of a tattoo) Riley was back in the chair and seemingly calm about it.
"So before we begin," The tattoo artist began," You want a little touch up?" He asked.
I quickly cocked my head, curious about the subject of his question.
"Sure." She replied with a blush on her cheeks.
She quickly removed her left hand from my grasp and gave him her middle finger. That's when I saw a little white dot on the inside of her finger; it was always covered by her index finger meaning that it was the perfect spot.
"Riles," I said laughing, "How long have you had that?" I asked.
"Over a year." She said as the quiet hum of the needle danced over her middle finger.
"How does that not hurt?" I asked with a grimace.
"Because it goes so quick," She said already wrapping it with a little piece of fabric and returning her left hand to my grasp, "But this one, not so much."
"You ready?" The tattoo artist asked.
"Yup." Riley said popping the p and looking at me.
"Here we go." Michael (The tattoo artist) said as he bent down over her arm.
Riley's POV
Damn this hurts. Why did I have to choose there, it's practically only bone.
"I deeply regret this." I said looking up at Lucas.
"That painful?" He asked.
"Have fun." I said with a chuckle imaging what his first tattoo was going to be like.
"Can I take a quick break?" He asked.
"Yeah, but for what?" I asked with curiosity.
"We are about to skirt right around our friends." He said with a chuckle.
"'Splain 'yo self." I said with a smile.
"You know how Farkle doesn't have a snapchat because it's "to detrimental to his IQ". And Maya doesn't have on as an act of social rebellion. And Zay is too lazy." He asks with a lazy smile.
"Yes?" I said catching on.
"We are going to snapchat this and go right around them." He said with a triumphant smile.
He quickly took a picture of a black background explain to not tell Maya, Farkle, and Zay about it because it was a surprise and then started snapping.
"How are you feeling Riles?" He asked as he recorded a video. It was just then that the artist hit a particularly bony spot.
"Holy shit!" I yelled and then quickly clamped my hand over my mouth. I quickly looked over to see Lucas on the ground laughing.
"Ha ha. Now get up and take more videos, it raises my cred." I said with a smile.
He resumed taking frequent videos until we hit my wrist and hand when I knew the pain was going to really pick up.
"Why did you let me do this?" I questioned through tight teeth.
"You wanted to. Remember that once it's done your going to really like it." He said.
"Yeah, yeah." I said squeezing my eyes shut.
"And done." Said the artist ten minutes later.
"Oh thank God." I said dropping Lucas's hand and looking over. I had forced Lucas to not allow me to look at it until it was done.
"It looks amazing." I said with moisture in my eyes. Lucas quickly circled around the chair to look at it.
"Oh Ry." He said looking at it.
It was my brand new arrow done in medium grey, simple straight lines right over my bullet scar.
"I know." I said nodding and hugging him.
"You really have a battle scar now." He said wiping my eyes.
"Yeah." I said.
After the typical care procedures and check appointment in a week Lucas and I headed to a late lunch, early dinner, whatever you want to call it. Complete with a sundae at the end.
As soon as we walked through the threshold into the Matthews house my Mom came rushing in to see it.
"Oh my baby! It looks wonderful! You didn't break Lucas's hand last night did you?" She asked as she hugged Lucas and then I.
"No mom." I said laughing.
"She didn't, but she was close." Lucas said laughing.
"Not ready!" Dad yelled across the room pointing at my tattoo.
"Dad, stop." I said laughing as I went to hug him.
"Kidding, it looks great." He said kissing me on the top of my head.
"How painful was it?" Mom asked as we all sat down at the dinning table.
"You want to see videos?" Lucas asked laughing as he opened his snapchat story.
"Oh no." I said slumping down onto the table in shame as my mom laughed shamelessly at my pain.
"Mom…" I groaned.
"Fine I'll stop," She said, "But it was funny." She muttered under her breath.
Would you be Riley, Lucas, or Both?
