My Boys

When Tara was little, she had a best friend but then had to move away. She found a new best friend but once again had to move. She found another best friend but was forced to move. Once again, she finds a new best friend and then has to move. This best friend, gets Tara into a bit of trouble with her parents. So once again she has to move. Each of her best friends gave her a present before leaving and she always kept them. When Tara starts out at a brand new school and makes plenty of friends, everything goes well. That is until the fist day of high school when she sees people she never thought see would ever see again. Will that all become best friends? Will anyone of them fall for Tara?


33. Tattoos

~Tara's POV~

It's now April and spring has come. Zayn and I have been hanging out a lot these past few months. So much that I'm hardly ever at home. When I am home though, my parents aren't very pleased with me. The last couple of days, I've been noticing them talking a lot in private. I have a strange feeling that we might be moving again because of me being friends with Zayn. 

I wake up one morning and head to the kitchen for breakfast. I hear voices so I stop and listen in. "David, must we really move again?" "I think it's best for this family. Yes, I've been offered a better job but Zayn is turning Tara into a rebel. That's not her. If we move, I think she'll go back to being her old self." "I do want my daughter back but do you think moving will help?" "I do. Besides, they have a great school and even college for all the kids." "Okay. Let's do it. However, let's not tell the kids until after school ends." "Agreed." I hear my parents walk out and I just standing there soaking everything in.

'Moving!? Not again! When is this ever going to stop?' I decide to skip breakfast and go back to my room to get dressed. I text Zayn and let him know I'll be over in half an hour. Once I'm dressed and my make-up is done, I make my way to his house. Once I arrive, I knock and his mom lets me in. "Hello Tara." "Hi Trisha." "Zayn is in the kitchen finishing his breakfast." "Thanks." I say and head into the kitchen. "Morning Zayn." "Morning. So what's going on at home?" "What do you mean?" I say as I take a seat next to him. "C'mon. You wouldn't be here this early unless something happened." "Well I overheard my parents talking about me and I just wanted to get out of the house before anything else happened there." He nods his head in understanding.

After a minute or two of silence, Zayn asks, "What do you want to do today then?" "Well I've been thinking about getting something new done." "Like what? A new piercing, different hairstyle or color?" "Um not exactly. Let's go and I'll tell ya." "Alright." Zayn puts his dishes in the sink and then we exit his house and I begin heading to the other side of town. "Are you going to tell me anything now?" "Okay. Well this morning when my parents were talking, they brought up the possibility of moving." "Moving? You can't move T. We gotta stick together in high school." "I know Z but if we do, I can't do anything. Anyways, there's a big chance we'll move after school ends. Now with all my other friends that I have moved away from, we've gotten each other something in order to remember the other. I want to do the same with you." "Alright well what is it?" "A tattoo. Now before you say anything, we have our fake IDs so it'll all be fine. And then the tattoo that we are going to get is each other's name." "I like your idea." Zayn smiles at me and I smile back. We continue talking about the tattoos as we make our way to the tattoo parlor.

We arrive at the parlor and a man is standing behind the counter. "What can I do for you two?" "Well we want to get tattoos of each other's names." "Alright. Can I see your IDs please?" Zayn and I hand him our fake IDs. The man looks at them and then hands them back. "Come on back and have a seat." We do as he says and then he speaks up again. "Where would you like your tattoos at?" "My left wrist." I say. Zayn looks at me but doesn't say anything. "What type of writing would you like? And then write on this paper how to spell the name you want." The man says and hands me a pen and paper. As I write Zayn's name down, I tell him I want the writing to be fancy. Once we have everything settled, the man gets all of the equipment. "You gonna be ok T?" "Yeah." I say in an unsure voice and nod. Zayn notices my nervousness and grabs my right hand. I smile at him as the man begins with my tattoo.

The man finishes my tattoo and as he gets the supplies to wrap it, Zayn and I admire it. "Wow. I can't believe I just went through with this." "Believe it Tara. It's on your wrist forever. How do you feel?" "I feel pretty good. It wasn't as bad as I expected. I'm just gonna have to hide it from my family." "That won't be a problem for you I'm sure." Zayn says smiling and then the man comes back in and wraps up my wrist. "There you go. Now it's your turn Son." Zayn takes a seat and writes my name on the piece of paper. "Would you like your tattoo in the same font and place." "Yes." Zayn says. The man nods and begins on Zayn's tattoo.

Once Zayn gets his tattoo, we admire it and then the man wraps up his wrist. Before we leave the parlor, we pay the man and then walk outside. "Now that we have matching tattoos, what would you like to do?" Zayn asks me. "Why not go to the arcade or back to your house to play video games?" "We can go back to your house." Zayn nods his head. We make our way to his house as we just make casual conversation.

~Zayn's POV~

Tara and I are at my house playing video games. I'm still a bit upset about the possibility of her moving. Even though we haven't known each other even a year, she's truly my best friend. Yes, the others are my friends, but Tara and I just instantly clicked. What's even more surprising to me is that she went through with getting a tattoo. I know she can be pretty stubborn but I would've never expected this. She just better be glad that she has a great best friend like me who didn't mind getting a tattoo. In fact, I don't think Tara knows this but I already have one tattoo and even my parents know. They're pretty cool about it so this is no big deal.

"Hey Zayn? You ok?" Tara says while waving her hand in front of my face. "Hmm. Oh yeah. Just thinking." "About?" "How hungry I am." I quickly say and at that moment, my stomach growls. Tara laughs and we go downstairs for lunch. Lucky for us, my mom is in the kitchen. Ha ha. "Hey kiddos. Hungry?" "Yes." We both say. "Good. I was just getting ready to come talk to you two. The girls' want to go out for pizza and then go bowling. You guys' care to join?" "I'd love to." Tara pipes up. "Yeah. That'd be cool." I respond. "Great. I'll grab your sisters and then we'll be on our way."

~Tara's POV~

Once Zayn and I got back to his house, we played video games until we got hungry and went downstairs for lunch. His mom was taking his sisters out so we've decided to join them. Thankfully Zayn has long sleeves on and I have my bracelets so they won't find out about the tattoos. I don't think Trisha will have a huge problem with it but I still don't really want to risk it. Anyways, so far I'm having a blast. We've already had lunch and are at the bowling alley.

Right now, I'm sitting with Trisha as Zayn is up to bowl and the girls' went to the bathroom. "So Tara. I couldn't help but notice that your left wrist is wrapped up. Looks like maybe you got a tattoo?" Oh crap. "Uh. Yeah, I did. And uh, Zayn got one as well." I say nervously. "What are they of?" She questions. "I got Zayn's name on my wrist and he got mine. I thought it would be cool since we're best friends." "That was a good idea. You two will have to show me your tattoos within the next couple of days." "Sure. So you aren't mad?" "No Tara. Truth is Zayn already has a tattoo. And don't worry, I won't tell your parents." "Thanks Trisha. It means a lot to me." "Anything for you. You're like my own daughter." I smile at Trisha and then stand up and give her a hug.

"What's going on?" Zayn suddenly says while taking a seat. "Talking to your mom about our tattoos and how she's not going to tell my parents." "Yeah. Mom is pretty cool like that." He says shooting us both a smile. The girls' then come back and we continue bowling and chatting. After we finish a few games of bowling. The Maliks' drop me off at home. I'm able to get to my room without anyone noticing me. I decide to change into a long sleeve shirt to make sure my tattoo won't be visible to my family. I spend the rest of the evening in my room except for when it's time for dinner. 

Thankfully at dinner, no one saw my tattoo and didn't even comment on me wearing long sleeves. As I get ready for bed, I end up sleeping in a long sleeve shirt just in case one of my family members feels the need to wake me up in the morning.

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