Author's Chapter Notes:

This chapter is a bit more humerous than the last :)

"Shawn are you sure that you're going to do this?" Gus asked his friend nervously as they walked home from school.

"Yeah man. I'm seventeen now. This is like going to prove I'm a man." Shawn said.

"Yeah or get Camille de Rosa to finally hook up with you." Gus said in a voice that said he didn't approve of Shawn's actions.

"You say it like it wouldn't be worth it." Shawn said in disbelief.

"The girl is weird."

"She's not weird, just worldly." Shawn said as the pair turned the corner.

"She talks to snakes Shawn! She cursed our English teacher!"

"She did not curse Mrs. Palmer Gus."

"Oh yeah?" He stopped his friend from walking by placing a hand on his chest. "How come after she told Camille she was going to be put in summer school she was never seen again?"

"She won the lottery Gus. She quit her job and moved to Italy." Shawn said looking at Gus as if he had grown a third head.

"That's what they told her, but I saw they way Camille looked at her that day Shawn. It was spooky." Gus looked around as if he were being followed. Shawn shook his head at his friend's superstitious nature.

"Gus who is they?" Shawn asked trying to hold back a chuckle as he said the word they. Gus fist connected with Shawn's shoulder and his laughing immediately stopped.

"Ouch! Gus easy on the arm. I have very sensitive skin." Shawn rubbed his arm for a moment as the duo walked.

"Tell that to your new girlfriend. She's going to mess your sensitive skin a whole hell of a lot more than I ever can."

"Gus don't be a half filled piñata. Besides your just jealous you can't get a girl anywhere near as hot as Camille."

"Yeah Shawn that girl's hot, hot like the hell fire she'll be spending eternity in for cursing our English teacher." Gus got the chills as he spoke.

"Will you let that go already? It was freshman year."

"No Shawn I will not let that go. I"

"Oh look," Shawn, said pointing across the street "there she is."

"I'll see you later Shawn." Gus said turning in the direction of his home. Shawn grabbed his arm to stop him before he got too far.

"You're not coming?"

"Two words Shawn: hell and no." With that, Gus broke the grip Shawn had on his arm, adjusted his schoolbag, and walked away.

Shawn waved to the girl across the street. He quickly looked both ways before jogging the distance between them. The girl would have been shorter than Shawn but the four inch heeled boots she wore more than made up for the difference in height. She had long jet-black hair that ran all the way down her back. The bangs were red and chopped sticking up in all directions. The black miniskirt and T-shirt she wore showed off all the right curves.

"You made it." She looped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a quick kiss.

"What did you think I'd chicken out?" Shawn said as they clasped hands and started to walk to the small shop on the corner.

"Honestly? Yeah. You didn't seem the type." She gave him a smile that was all teasing.

"Well you don't know me that well."

"We'll see." They reached their destination. The window was tinted so you couldn't see inside but the shop's name was clearly visible: Saul's Tattoos. Shawn gulped as he read the letters.

"Come on baby." Camille said as she led him into the dimly lit tattoo parlor. "As soon as we're done here I'll give you a surprise you won't forget.

"Can I help you?" A man who could have been Bigfoot's older brother appeared from behind a beaded curtain.

"Hey Saul. My friend here wants to get a tattoo." Camille said as she draped an arm around his neck.

"Follow me." The two followed the man behind the beaded curtain into a small room. The walls were covered in framing of different tattoos and there was a strong sense of incense wafting through the room. Shawn could also hear some weird drum music coming from some hidden boom box. What bothered Shawn the most was the chair that looked like it was lifted from a dentist office sitting in the middle of the room, because sitting right next to it was a silver tray holding the tattoo gun.

"So have you given any thought to what you're going to get?" It took Shawn a few seconds to pry his eyes away from the table to answer the man.

"Well you know I wanted something that would really mean something to me."

"All right." The man waited for Shawn to continue.

"I want a pineapple, but I want it to have little sunglasses and be riding a motorcycle." The man looked at Shawn for a minute and waited for the rest of the joke. When Shawn didn't say anything else, the artist looked at Camille.

"You sure about this guy Cam?"

"Don't mind Shawn he's just a little strange."

"Just give me a few minutes to draw up a stencil." The man gave Shawn another odd look before he left the room. Camille kept talking, but Shawn found himself unable to hear her. The only thing he could focus on was the shiny needle coming out of the end of the tattoo gun. It seemed like a second had passed before the artist was back and placing the stencil on Shawn's arm, where he apparently told him to put it.

"Ok I'm just going to do the outline black before I go back and add the color." He picked up the tattoo gun and soon the buzzing sound of the needle filled the small room.

"Aren't you excited baby?" Camille's voice seemed distorted somehow to Shawn, slowed down and drawn out. Why was his hearing so fuzzy? And why was everybody suddenly standing him? And why was…

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"Shawn? Shawn?" 'Crack!' Shawn woke up to Gus's face looming over his. He brought a hand to his cheek to ease the stinging pain.

"Dude you just slap me?" Shawn asked in disbelief.

"I had to do something Shawn you've been passed out for over an hour and the owner of the shop wants you out."

"What happened?" Shawn asked wearily as he tried to gain his bearings.

"You tell me."

"Gus."

"Fine. Camille called me half an hour ago and told me to come get you. She also said things weren't going to work out between the two of you. Anyway I got here spent the last ten minutes trying to wake up and then well…You know."

"I can't believe I passed out." Shawn said sitting up from the weird dentist chair.

"You fainted Shawn."

"I did not faint."

"Yeah you did."

"Gus."

"You fainted Shawn." Shawn gave him a look but decided he wasn't feeling up to a full-fledged word fight right now. "Come on lets get out of here before your dad comes looking for us."

"Fine." The two friends made their way out to the front of the shop where the man gave Shawn a sympathetic look and told him to drink some orange juice. They walked all the way back to their block before Gus questioned Shawn about what happened.

"It was just so pointy, Gus. Unnaturally pointy." Just thinking about it gave Shawn the chills.

"Whatever Shawn. Serves you right for dating a witch."

"Gus she's not a witch!"

"For once today that wasn't what I meant."