"Are you really going to do this, Brainless?" Johanna asks me.
"Um…yes." I admit. Peeta is still asleep and it's three in the morning. Johanna and I snuck out of the house and went to a tattoo parlor. I'm getting two tattoos. One on my wrist in my handwriting is going to say Peeta Ryan and another underneath my right breast that is going to say I love Peeta Ryan Mellark in my cursive.
The funny thing it, he has his tattoo in my favorite color, forest green, so I'm getting mine in sunset orange.
"You think he's going to be mad?" Jo asks as I guy starts on the tattoo on my wrist.
Needles don't bother me. I have a very high tolerance for pain. The only pain I have no tolerance for is burns. Those are the worst type of pain, in my opinion.
"Nah…I don't know. Probably no, but if he is…oh well…it's not like I can do something about it."
"What do you think your parents are going to say?" she asks.
"I don't know and I honestly don't care. They don't really care about me…so…" I sigh. We're silent now.
It's going to be expensive. Five dollars per letter, so the wrist one is forty five and the ribs one is a hundred and ten, so all together is going to be a hundred and fifty five.
This guy works fast, and he's done with the first on in a half hour and onto the second one. He's wrapped my wrist in some plastic. "So…" he begins. "You really are quite the start right now. People are saying you're the new female one direction and that boyfriend of your is the new male one direction. Do you realize how many people want you guys to write a song together?" he asks.
"Um…no, I didn't. I didn't know I was the female one direction either." I admit.
"Well you are. Everyone is dying for an album from you." he says.
"Really?" I ask.
"Yeah." He says. He's got tattoos all over his whole body.
"Brainless, Peeta's calling you." Johanna says.
"Don't answer it. Let him leave a voicemail. If you press ignore he'll think I got hurt or something and he'll panic. He's going to call you. You can answer him but just say we went out and then tell him you have to go."
"Alright." She drops my phone back in my purse. This tattoo is much more painful than the wrist one but it still doesn't bother me too much. After an hour and a half, he finishes, wipes it off, puts some ointment and wraps it in plastic. I kept on a sports bra. I tug back on my shirt. He goes down a list of what I have to do and tells me everything I could need to know, and then he gives me a paper with everything he just told me. I give him the money and we leave.
"You need to put your hood on and don't take it off. He's going to find out." Johanna says.
"Yeah, I know he is." I reply.
…..a…..
"Where have you two been?" he demands the second we walk in the door.
"We went out. Why?" I ask.
"Because it's five in the morning," He narrows his eyes. "Where did you go?" he presses.
"Out," Johanna says.
"Well that narrows it down." He grumbles.
"Well I'm going to bed." I walk past him, but he puts his hand on my arm to stop me.
"Wait, I want to talk to you two." He says.
"Okay…" I trail off. He leads us up to his room and I lay down on his bed. Johanna plops down at my feet and he sits next to me.
"Have you guys ever wanted to travel the world?" he asks.
"Yeah, why?" I answer.
"Yes…why?" Jo demands.
"Come with me." he says.
"Where?" I ask stupidly.
"On my tour, come with me." he begs.
"Why?" Jo asks.
"Because I'm going to be gone for a year, I want you guys to come with me." he replies.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"I'm positive. Come on, please?" he begs. There are three beds and since Rye is my manager, he's coming. He gets one, Johanna gets the one and you and I can share." He puts his hand on my knee. "Please?" he begs us. I look to Johanna.
"Alright," she says.
"Okay…" I shrug
"Well we leave tomorrow morning at five. Because technically it's already July third. We're using the bus because I hate planes. And we'll be in Jersey for Christmas so we can go see our families." He says with a grin. "We'll have to pack in the morning." He says. "I'm not tired though, want to go and watch a movie?" he asks.
"Alright," We go into the theater and he puts on a movie and make popcorn and we sit down and watch it.
…a….
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know, its morning and he's standing before me, watching me.
"Stalker," I mumble. He sits down next to me.
"You got a tattoo last night." He whispers. "You got two of them." My eyes flick down. Not only has my sweatshirt ridden up, but so has my tee shirt.
I stare at him for a long time. "Are you mad at me?" I whisper.
"No, not really, although I'm dying to know what it is." He says.
"When can I take it off?" I ask.
"Well…you were supposed to take it off after an hour but you didn't…it doesn't matter though, just take it off now. You have to take a shower, not hot, and don't soak them or they'll get messed up. Don't rub is vigorously, because it will mess it up, and be really gentle." He says.
"Okay…" I sit up and pull off my sweatshirt and tee shirt, now in just my sports bra. I haven't been in my bra in front of him since the day before he left.
He sucks in a sharp breath. "You're trying to kill me," he murmurs.
"Am not," I whisper.
"Are too," he gently takes my wrist and starts to unwrap it. "I really want to see them." He pulls the plastic all the way off my wrist, and stares. I bite my lip and watch him closely. "Katniss." He whispers. "Oh my god,"
"What?" I ask.
"It's…I didn't expect this." He admits.
"What did you expect?" I ask.
"I don't know…"
"Is it bad?" I ask.
"No! It's amazing. It's not bad!" he exclaims. He sits me up and starts to un-wrap the one under my breast. "It's amazing Katniss. You're incredible. I love you." he kisses me.
"I love you too." I whisper.
….a….
After my shower, he helps me pat the tattoos dry and put lotion on them.
"We don't have to cover it?" I ask.
"Nope, you just can't wear a shirt." He says.
"Can I wear my bra?" I ask.
"I don't see why not, especially since Rye is going to be here. Your definitely wearing a bra." I'm in a bra now, and shorts, but that's it.
"Okay…" I trail off.
"Good, lets have breakfast." He says. Johanna is already in the kitchen when we go down there.
"Were you having sex in the shower or something?" she asks.
"No." I reply, "He helped me with the tattoos."
"Hey bro!" Rye walks into the kitchen. I haven't seen him since Peeta left, either. "Katniss!" he hugs me.
"Careful, Rye, she gotn a tattoo last night." Peeta warns. Rye holds me at arms lenghth.
"Oh, how cute!" he teases.
"Fuck off," I stick my tongue out at him. He barks out a laugh and high fives Johanna.
"Sup Mason!" he says.
"Rye," Johanna replies.
"They're coming on the tour with us." Peeta announces.
"I figured as much. Mom thinks you knocked Katniss up so you better call her. She's been buying baby clothes and shit." He opens the fridge and gets out a beer.
"How do you have beer in your refrigerator?" I ask Peeta. Rye is twenty two, but Peeta, Johanna and I are only twenty.
"Oh Kat, I buy it for when I want it. I keep it in his fridge and I put my name all over them, so if he decides to break the law, I'll know." I roll my eyes and Rye just smirks.
"Wanna try it?" he holds it out to me and I shake my head.
"No," I reply.
"Buzz kill!" he exclaims.
"Oh fuck off." I reply.
"Some bitches never change. Your one of them," Rye points his beer at me. Peeta and I roll our eyes and Johanna starts cackling.
"Hell yes!" she high fives him.
"Suppose you should call you manager." Peeta says. "And tell he or she that you're going on the tour with me."
"Okay," I hop off the counter and get my cracked phone from the living room and call Haymitch.
"Yes?" he asks.
"I'm going on tour with Peeta," I announce. He's silent for a long time.
"Alright…just make sure to make yourself look good. Don't do something stupid. Filter your words when you're in public and try to still write songs. God forbid you come home with nothing or an album." He says.
"Alright," I reply.
"And if you do something fucked up that can damage your image, please let me know." He says.
"Okay uncle, I will." I say.
"Good. And I handled Prim. I forced her to take the pill and I told Hazelle."
"Good." I reply. "Do mom and dad know?" I ask.
"Yeah. They congratulated her." He says.
"They congratulated her?" I repeat. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"No I'm not." He says.
"I'm calling them." I hang up on them.
"What happened?" Peeta demands.
"My parents congratulated Prim for having unprotected sex."
"How old is she?" Rye demands.
"Sixteen,"
"You guys had sex at fifteen." He reasons.
"And we used protection. She didn't." I answer.
"I can't believe they congratulated her." Rye says.
"I know. I'm calling them." I say.
"I would too." Johanna pops a chocolate in her mouth. I dial the house.
"Hello?" Mom asks.
"I can't believe you!" I exclaim.
"Katniss? What?" she asks.
"You congratulated Prim for having unprotected sex at sixteen?" I demand.
"Oh wow Katniss. You had sex with Peeta at fifteen." She snaps.
"It doesn't matter! We were smart! Why would you congratulate her? Are you crazy?"
"No! Don't tell me how to raise my daughter! I did perfect fine with you!"
"You did not! The only reason I'm okay is because I spent my time at Peeta and Johanna's house and Hazelle's because I couldn't stand you and Dad!"
"Don't talk to me that way." She snarls.
"You're not in charge of me." I hiss.
"Whatever. I just wanted to let you know that you owe me and your father 241,080 dollars." She snaps.
"What! How the hell do I owe you and Dad 241,080 dollars?" I demand. Rye, Johanna and Peeta look at me with shocked expressions.
"Because that's how much it costs to raise you." she hisses.
"Fine, I'll give you your fucking money, you arrogant asshole." I hang up on her.