If Home Is Where The Heart Is, We're All Just Fucked

“You’re not so bad after all, Mr.Way.” I said, smiling at him. “thank you, Mr. Iero.” He said, pecking me on the lips. “Well come on, these tattoos aren’t gonna show up by themselves.”
My eyes widened. “Now? Already? Before you even know if you like me for sure?” he nodded.
“ even if I end up hating you to death, I still believe you should be able to do whatever you want with your body, and the fact that you don’t have enough money to buy all that stuff shouldn’t stand in your way.”
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The car ride to the tattoo shop was silent, but that was okay. I needed silence to process everything that had happened in the matters of one day. I wasn’t used to people caring about me like this, or willing to buy me something this expensive. Maybe he really did like me.
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When we arrived there the man at cash smiled. “hey, Gerard! Finally decided to get some tats?” Gerard shook his head quick. “no. My new foster kid, Frank, wants some ink. I offered to get him some. Not for me, Pete. Sorry.” The guy named Pete sighed. “The amount of times Mr. Way comes in here, trying to decide if he should get ink or not… it’s ridiculous. “ Pete said to me. “well I am sort of terrified of needles…” he mumbled. “anyways. Welcome to Bellevile, Frank.”
“thanks, Pete?” (HAHAHAH im amazing)
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“so, kid, what type of ink do you want?” Pete asked. “well, I was thinking either a scorpion on my neck, or the word Halloween on my knuckles.”
“Since it’s your first tattoo, I think we should start small, So the scorpion. Are you okay with that?” I nodded. “I’m just gonna go get the book of scorpion designs.” Pete said as he walked away. When he came back he passed me and Gerard a book. I opened it and looked through the designs. “Gee, I want you to pick.” He smiled and flipped through the pages.
“Frankie, how about this one?” he asked me, pointing to one of the designs. “I like it.” Gee called for Pete “found one?” I nodded “Okay. Nice choice. I’m just gonna sketch it out on a sheet of paper quickly, then with a sharpie, on your neck so I know where to ink.”
Pete pulled out a scrap paper and began to copy the design. Once he was done he got out a sharpie and opened it. “You sure bout this kid?”
I took a shaky breath. “Yeah.”
He pointed the sharpie to my neck and began to draw on my neck. After a while he pulled away. “Gerard, does this look right?” He asked, putting up the original copy as reference. “Pete, it’s even better than the original.”
“wait I think I should be asking you.” He said referring to me. “no. I trust Gerard on this.”
“all right. Let’s do this shit!” Pete said, pulling out a tattoo needle.

Notes

It's so short... again... I'm very very sorry. I'm writing a new story soon. Probably will be up today. check it out if you want. It's frerard ofc :) -Placebo

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