Love As Fabulous As A Killjoy
Tattoos
Its eighth period and I’m wondering around in the fucking hall ways. I asked to go to the bathroom and got a pass, now here I am wondering around. My hands are in my pocket and I’m staring down at the floor thinking about first period. Gerard is really pissed at me because of what I did; I don’t really want him to know the truth.
I look up to see what hallway I am in, I’m in the blue wing. The wing where my locker is and also Gerard’s. I stop in my place and a giant smile grows on my face. For a while now I have wanted to get a tattoo but I didn’t know what; but now I do. I sprint to Gerard’s locker and attempt to open it. The first two numbers are 06 and 12 but I forget the last number. It took me about 10 minutes till I remembered. I smile and get it opened I pull out my phone and take a picture of the scorpion. I run back to English because I didn’t want to be called to the Principal’s office again for wondering around and not being in class.
School ends finally and I head to my locker. I hear someone walk up behind me. When you check behind you to see who is there ask instead of assume. I turn around expecting to see Gerard or Mikey it wasn’t either so when I slapped the person’s shoulder I was a dead man. It was Robert standing behind me, I suddenly froze with terror.
“Why did you do that short fry?” Robert asks annoyed.
“I…I…I’m sorry I thought you were someone else,” I stutter staring straight into my locker refusing to make eye contact with him. I begin to put more books into my locker and pull out my messenger bag.
“Who did you think it was? Your boyfriend? Oh wait I heard you had a fight. Poor little Fwankie.”
“What?” I turn around to look at him.
“You know who I am talking about. Way number 1, aka Gerard.”
“Yeah well he isn’t my boyfriend, he wasn’t from the beginning.”
“Someone is in denial.”
“Good so we both agree that you are in denial.” Oh shit what did I just do?
“What did you just say Iero?”
“You heard me Rob.”
“You better be careful what you fucking say Frank.” I stand my ground then next thing I know I get shoved into my locker. I’m so fucking small I can fit, this is why I hate high school. All these fucking lockers man. The locker door gets slammed and I’m stuck in my locker. Fuck my life, everyone hates me; even Gerard. I sigh and decide I get comfy because I’ll be here for a fucking while.
Ten minutes of being stuck in my locker I really have to take a piss. I start to shake and next thing I hear talking right outside of my locker.
“Where is Frank?” asks who I think is Mikey.
“I don’t know,” replies Gerard, I think.
“Well I wanted to tell him that we should record a new song.”
“Yeah well I’ll text him, he always has his phone on him.” My phone starts to vibrate in my pocket.
“What the hell?” Mikey says.
“Marco.” Gerard raises his voice.
“Polo.” I reply.
“Frank? Are you in your locker?” Mikey asks.
“No, I’m dead. Of course I’m in my locker!”
“Why the hell are you in there?” Gerard asks.
“Well I just figured ‘Hey why not play marco polo with Gerard?’”
“Ha ha very funny.”
“CAN YOU GET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING THING ALREADY!?”
“Yeah, sorry.” Mikey and Gerard apologize. They open my locker and I fall out of it onto my hands and knees. I stand up and brush myself off then look at the two brother and grab my shit then walk down the hallway towards the exit.
“Aren’t you going to say Thank You?” Gerard asks rushing up to my side.
“Thanks,” I reply.
“So why were you in your locker?” Mikey asks.
“Robert shoved me in there. Why else?”
“Oh.”
“Well I’d love to stay and chat but there is something I am dying to do.”
“Will you be at practice?” Mikey asks as soon as we reach my car.
“Duh, of course I will.” I reply getting in the car.
“See you there!” Gerard shouts as he runs to his car.
As I drive I call my mom up at work, “Hey mom?”
“Yes, Frank?”
“Is it okay that I get a tattoo?”
“Yeah sure. Just put it somewhere reasonable.”
“Alright, cool thanks mom you are the best!” With that I shut my phone and head straight to the tattoo pallor.
I pull up in the parking lot and stare up at the tattoo pallor sign ‘Euphoria Ink’. I walk in and sitting there is a really rad chick. She has tattoos going up both arms and she is wearing a Green Day shirt.
“Hi, welcome to Euphoria Ink. What would you like done today?” greets the lady as if she is a robot.
“Hi, um… I would like a tattoo on my neck.”
“Okay and what’s your name sweaty?”
“I’m Frank and you are?”
“I’m Lyn-z I will be doing your tattoo.”
“Alright, rad. Well I was wondering if you could do this,” I pull out my phone and show her Gerard’s drawing.
“Did you draw that?”
“No, one of my band mates did.”
“Oh? In a band? What’s it called?”
“My Chemical Romance.”
“Totally fucking dig the name, well enough chit chat let’s get this done.”
“Okay.” She signals me to follow her into the back room and someone else takes her place at the desk. She pats down a spot on a bed that looks like it came from a doctor’s office.
It took about an hour to finish the whole thing. It hurt for the first fifteen minutes but then I got over it. I enjoy pain, don’t ask me why. She covers it up with something and smiles at me.
“How old are you?”
“17.”
“Aren’t you too young to get a tattoo?”
“Nah.”
“Y’know you are kinda cute.”
“Well thank you.” I smile at her.
“Okay well lets go back up to the front so I can ring you up.”
“Sounds good to me.” I follow her back to the front and hand her the money once she tells me how much.
“Alright here is some cream. Don’t forget to put it on every 5 hours for a week.”
“Okay, thank you Lyn-z for your time.”
“Anytime.”
With that I walk out and head over to Gerard’s house to go work on a song with the guys. I arrive at their house and slam my car door. I walk in the front door and head down stairs to see the guys sprawled out everywhere with papers spread all over the floor, bed, and desk.
“Hey guys, what the hell happened in here?” I ask once I see the mess.
“Ideas my friend,” Ray replies looking up at me.
“Hey Fr- what the hell is on your neck?” Gerard asks.
“Nothing.”
“No it’s not nothing,” He says and gets up to come over to me.
“What are you doing?” I ask and everyone is looking now. Gerard takes the thing over that is covering the tattoo.
“Oh,” Mikey starts.
“My,” Ray says.
“God,” Bob finishes.
“Woah,” Gerard breathes shocked.
I look up to see what hallway I am in, I’m in the blue wing. The wing where my locker is and also Gerard’s. I stop in my place and a giant smile grows on my face. For a while now I have wanted to get a tattoo but I didn’t know what; but now I do. I sprint to Gerard’s locker and attempt to open it. The first two numbers are 06 and 12 but I forget the last number. It took me about 10 minutes till I remembered. I smile and get it opened I pull out my phone and take a picture of the scorpion. I run back to English because I didn’t want to be called to the Principal’s office again for wondering around and not being in class.
School ends finally and I head to my locker. I hear someone walk up behind me. When you check behind you to see who is there ask instead of assume. I turn around expecting to see Gerard or Mikey it wasn’t either so when I slapped the person’s shoulder I was a dead man. It was Robert standing behind me, I suddenly froze with terror.
“Why did you do that short fry?” Robert asks annoyed.
“I…I…I’m sorry I thought you were someone else,” I stutter staring straight into my locker refusing to make eye contact with him. I begin to put more books into my locker and pull out my messenger bag.
“Who did you think it was? Your boyfriend? Oh wait I heard you had a fight. Poor little Fwankie.”
“What?” I turn around to look at him.
“You know who I am talking about. Way number 1, aka Gerard.”
“Yeah well he isn’t my boyfriend, he wasn’t from the beginning.”
“Someone is in denial.”
“Good so we both agree that you are in denial.” Oh shit what did I just do?
“What did you just say Iero?”
“You heard me Rob.”
“You better be careful what you fucking say Frank.” I stand my ground then next thing I know I get shoved into my locker. I’m so fucking small I can fit, this is why I hate high school. All these fucking lockers man. The locker door gets slammed and I’m stuck in my locker. Fuck my life, everyone hates me; even Gerard. I sigh and decide I get comfy because I’ll be here for a fucking while.
Ten minutes of being stuck in my locker I really have to take a piss. I start to shake and next thing I hear talking right outside of my locker.
“Where is Frank?” asks who I think is Mikey.
“I don’t know,” replies Gerard, I think.
“Well I wanted to tell him that we should record a new song.”
“Yeah well I’ll text him, he always has his phone on him.” My phone starts to vibrate in my pocket.
“What the hell?” Mikey says.
“Marco.” Gerard raises his voice.
“Polo.” I reply.
“Frank? Are you in your locker?” Mikey asks.
“No, I’m dead. Of course I’m in my locker!”
“Why the hell are you in there?” Gerard asks.
“Well I just figured ‘Hey why not play marco polo with Gerard?’”
“Ha ha very funny.”
“CAN YOU GET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING THING ALREADY!?”
“Yeah, sorry.” Mikey and Gerard apologize. They open my locker and I fall out of it onto my hands and knees. I stand up and brush myself off then look at the two brother and grab my shit then walk down the hallway towards the exit.
“Aren’t you going to say Thank You?” Gerard asks rushing up to my side.
“Thanks,” I reply.
“So why were you in your locker?” Mikey asks.
“Robert shoved me in there. Why else?”
“Oh.”
“Well I’d love to stay and chat but there is something I am dying to do.”
“Will you be at practice?” Mikey asks as soon as we reach my car.
“Duh, of course I will.” I reply getting in the car.
“See you there!” Gerard shouts as he runs to his car.
As I drive I call my mom up at work, “Hey mom?”
“Yes, Frank?”
“Is it okay that I get a tattoo?”
“Yeah sure. Just put it somewhere reasonable.”
“Alright, cool thanks mom you are the best!” With that I shut my phone and head straight to the tattoo pallor.
I pull up in the parking lot and stare up at the tattoo pallor sign ‘Euphoria Ink’. I walk in and sitting there is a really rad chick. She has tattoos going up both arms and she is wearing a Green Day shirt.
“Hi, welcome to Euphoria Ink. What would you like done today?” greets the lady as if she is a robot.
“Hi, um… I would like a tattoo on my neck.”
“Okay and what’s your name sweaty?”
“I’m Frank and you are?”
“I’m Lyn-z I will be doing your tattoo.”
“Alright, rad. Well I was wondering if you could do this,” I pull out my phone and show her Gerard’s drawing.
“Did you draw that?”
“No, one of my band mates did.”
“Oh? In a band? What’s it called?”
“My Chemical Romance.”
“Totally fucking dig the name, well enough chit chat let’s get this done.”
“Okay.” She signals me to follow her into the back room and someone else takes her place at the desk. She pats down a spot on a bed that looks like it came from a doctor’s office.
It took about an hour to finish the whole thing. It hurt for the first fifteen minutes but then I got over it. I enjoy pain, don’t ask me why. She covers it up with something and smiles at me.
“How old are you?”
“17.”
“Aren’t you too young to get a tattoo?”
“Nah.”
“Y’know you are kinda cute.”
“Well thank you.” I smile at her.
“Okay well lets go back up to the front so I can ring you up.”
“Sounds good to me.” I follow her back to the front and hand her the money once she tells me how much.
“Alright here is some cream. Don’t forget to put it on every 5 hours for a week.”
“Okay, thank you Lyn-z for your time.”
“Anytime.”
With that I walk out and head over to Gerard’s house to go work on a song with the guys. I arrive at their house and slam my car door. I walk in the front door and head down stairs to see the guys sprawled out everywhere with papers spread all over the floor, bed, and desk.
“Hey guys, what the hell happened in here?” I ask once I see the mess.
“Ideas my friend,” Ray replies looking up at me.
“Hey Fr- what the hell is on your neck?” Gerard asks.
“Nothing.”
“No it’s not nothing,” He says and gets up to come over to me.
“What are you doing?” I ask and everyone is looking now. Gerard takes the thing over that is covering the tattoo.
“Oh,” Mikey starts.
“My,” Ray says.
“God,” Bob finishes.
“Woah,” Gerard breathes shocked.
Notes
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~Mysterious Lyz
@Loser for Life
its okay. heehee, i'm just looking forward to when you do. :)
4/22/14