Rebel love song

FROM Jason (10:16): We still up for today?
TO Jason (10:23): Yes at 3 right?
FROM Jason (10:25): Good, can’t wait to get to work. The design looks awesome
FROM Jason (10:26): Alright, got a costumer, gotta go. See you later
TO Jason (10:27): Okay bye
“Who are you texting?” Sophie jumped on the couch. “Just my tattoo artist.” I said, putting my phone back in my pocket. “Oh. Are you getting more tattoos?” She asked, her eyes opening wide. “Yep.” “Awesome! Can I get one too?” “You’re too young.” I said. Sophie sighed and sank back into the couch cushions.
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Before getting tattooed, I went out for lunch with Josh and Amy. We went to our favorite pizza place. It wasn’t anything special, but it was cheap and had good pizza and was a home to some of the best memories.
“I’m gonna dye my hair black.” Amy said. I looked at her long, light brown hair and tried to imagine it black. “I think it would suit you.” I said. “Don’t take Frank’s opinion seriously, he likes anything that’s black.” Josh said, helping himself to another slice of pizza. “Actually shut up! My dog is brown and I like her!” I defended myself. “Yes, because it’s a dog. Basically if it’s black or dog related you like it.” Amy jumped in. “Let’s get him a black dog.” Josh suggested. “Hey Jack is almost black! And I might get a black dog in the future.” “Don’t you have enough dogs?” “It’s never enough dogs!”
We’ve gone through two pizzas and three large fries before it was time for us to go to the tattoo shop. It was on the other side of the city, so we took the bus.
“Oh look, the only thing I don’t miss.” I muttered as we passed my old high school. “Aw come on Frankie.” Amy nudged me. “You miss it a little.” “Nope, not one bit.” “Not even Mr. Crawford?” Mr. Crawford was my music teacher, who had convinced me into picking up the guitar again when I quit. “Okay, maybe him a little.” I admitted. “But definitely not those losers that went there. What were their names again? John and Abby… or something like that. Such nerds.” I shook my head. “Yeah. Shame you’re not here anymore though. That emo shortie – I think his name was Fred or something – finally switched schools.” Josh said. “God, he was so clingy. He always sat with us during lunch and whined about how all the cute boys are straight.” Amy joined in. “Remember that time he had a crush on Aaron McCaffrey and he just very obviously stared at his ass every time he walked past us?” “Okay, you guys can stop now.” I muttered. “Aw look he’s blushing!” Amy patted my cheek. “Don’t worry, Frank, his ass was really good. Even Josh agrees, but he’ll never admit it.” Josh rolled his eyes at her. “Life is so hard when you’re the only one in your friend group that likes girls.” He sighed.

When we arrived to the tattoo shop, Jason was still tattooing someone else, so we had to wait. “‘Sup! My favorite customer is back” Said Finn. He was Jason’s cousin who was managing all the business things in the shop. “Hey Finn.” I smiled and sat on one of the white leather couches , “Jason will be done any minute.” Finn said. “It’s okay we can wait.”
Finally, Jason was done with the woman he’d been tattooing. “Hey Frank.” He nodded when he saw me. “Alright Finn, I believe you got it from here.” Finn nodded and started explaining the woman how to take care of the tattoo until it heals.
I followed Jason into the tattooing part of the shop with Josh and Amy right behind me.
“Okay so I was thinking we could fill in the letters with color.” Jason said, getting the design ready. “Depends on what color.” “Like orange transitioning to black. Would that be okay?” “Yeah that sounds awesome.” I said. “Okay great!” Jason beamed. He got up and returned with a small plastic cup of orange ink. I’ve forgotten how much he loved doing colored tattoos.
While Jason was cleaning my knuckles with alcohol, he asked me why I was getting Halloween tattooed over my knuckles. It was a standard question, something he asked every one of his customers. “Because my birthday’s on Halloween and I also generally love it.” “Okay cool. It’s probably going to take around 25 to 30 minutes.” He said.
I’ve never gotten tattooed on my fingers or hands before, and it did hurt slightly more than my back and arm did, but less than my neck and chest. He was done with the line art fairly quickly. He started filling the letters in with color and honestly, it looked awesome. The coloring took more time than the line art because he had to make orange transition into black. But it was worth it because in the end, it looked amazing. Jason sat back and admired his work.
“I’m so glad you came back here to get tattooed. It would break my heart if you cheated on me with another tattoo artist.” Jason joked. “There are no tattoo shops there.” I said. “They’re all very conservative.” “How do you cope?” Jason asked. “He stays inside on Tumblr all day.” Amy jumped in. “Hey, I’m not you!” I laughed. “Well either way, thanks god you’re here because most of the people around here get boring tattoos. If I had a dollar for every couple and a ‘butterfly means a fresh start in my life’ tattoo, I could probably afford a better apartment.” Jason laughed.
I paid for my tattoo and then we went to Amy’s place where we obviously ate all of her chips supply and almost died laughing at stupid stuff and then –surprise, surprise – watched Game of Thrones. “It’s revenge for eating all of my food.” Amy muttered. “If you’ll cry again, I’m not comforting you.” Josh said, half-seriously. “You’re a bitch anyways. Frank is gonna do it.” “Only if you get me some cookies.” “You ate all the cookies!” Amy smacked me with a pillow. “Hey, Josh ate some too!” I said, trying to defend myself. “Wow. Talk about bro-code.” “Shove the bro-code up your ass, I know you ate like half of them.” “He’s not into that, Frank. Maybe try with your boyfriend.” Amy suggested. I felt myself blush. “For how many times, we only went out once! Can we please just watch the thing now?” I honestly didn’t want to think about Gerard right now. “It’s called Game of Thrones, not thing.” Amy said and pressed the play button.
It was actually quite fun, making fun out of Amy’s favorite characters and her constantly hitting us with a pillow because we wouldn’t shut up. I hated that I’d have to go back home tomorrow. I didn’t know when I’ll be able to see them again, but I knew it would probably take more than a month. There was no denying; I was gonna miss them like hell. Skype and texting still isn’t the same as hanging out in person. When we were together, they could literally make me forget about any other shit. I honestly couldn’t ask for better friends.

Notes

Alright hello
first of all I'm so sorry for not updating because:
1) school and trainings and i barely have enough time to write and I mostly only do on Fridays, but lately i've gotten a headache every single friday so fuck you head
2) I had writers block on that one
3) my computer can't go for 5 minutes without crashing -_-

Also yeah i'm not quite happy with this chapter, it's too short and everything, but I wanted to update now so I could spend the holidays writing new chapters
and yes that's all
ninaxx

P.S.: thanks for over 1000 views, i know it's not much, but that's more people than my school has so omg yaaas :D