"So, mom, since I'm eighteen, and since I can do whatever I want, I was wondering if I could get a tattoo?" I asked. "Of course. Just nothing dirty or gross." She replied. I laughed.
When I arrived at the tattoo shop, I heard the needles going. Made me cringe a little. "Hi, mrs. Can I help you?" A women asked. "Um, I would like a tattoo." I said. "Follow me." She said, leading me to a chair.
What would you like?" She asked. "Can I get the names, Luke and Isabelle on my wrist?" I asked. "Sure." She replied. "Script or regular? Black or colored?" She asked. "Script, and black please." I replied. "Alright." She replied.
"Luke is done, no we go to Isabelle. Are you doing alright?" She said. "Yes, I'm fine thank you." I replied. "Is your name Isabelle?" She asked. "Um. No. Isabelle is my daughters name." I replied. "Oh, how old." She asked. "She um. Never was born. I had a miscarriage the first time." I replied. "I'm so sorry." She said. "It's fine. Me and my boyfriend are happy." I replied with a smile. "Is Luke your boyfriend?" She asked. I nodded.
I was going to the tattoo shop, when I saw Taylor in the window. I walked in, and she was talking about Luke.
"Hey, taylor." I said. "Is this the Luke?" The lady asked. "No, this is Calum. Luke is at home." Taylor replied. "Here, I got this." Taylor said, showing me her wrists. "Luke and Isabelle. Cute." I replied. "Thank you so much." Taylor said. "Oh, no problem. Have an amazing life with Luke." The lady replied.
"So, I'm guessing you and Luke made up?" I asked. "Yea. We are good now." She replied. "Hey, can I come over? Luke told me I could, but I didn't want to intrude." I said. "Sure. Did you walk here?" She asked. I nodded. "Get in." She said. I smiled and got in the car.