We Lit The Fire And It's Burning Bright

Frank's POV

Temper spinned it, and the straw landed on me. "Okay," she started. "Truth or dare?"

"Meh, I'll choose truth."

"Wimp," she giggled. "Okay...tell me how you got that tattoo of yours."

"Which one?" I joked.

"The detailed scorpion on your neck."

"Let's see...my mom was getting a fake lip ring and the cashier dared me to get a tattoo. He told me I didn't have the guts to do it. Wow...this was in middle school, and other people were mocking me, telling me how scared I was to do anything. I proved them wrong, and got this tattoo on my neck," I pointed to it briefly.

"Why a scorpion?"

"It's a thank you," I answered, my eyes bright. " For the venom."

Notes

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