The heavy droplets of rain poured down outside my small window as I sit and peacefully take in the beautiful scenery. Watching the cloudy weather outside is dreadful for most, but I think it’s relaxing. Hearing the soft taps as the water droplets dance on the ground. It was a nice escape from the heated argument I recently participated in with my mother and her fiancé, Robert. I hated him. I hated him with every fibre of my being but there was nothing I could do about it. It was clear he was nothing but a scum, however to my mother he was everything. I will never comprehend why.
My room is in a small shed out in our backyard, I had the choice of either settling in here or in the damp basement of our house. It is small, yet just the right size for me. Most would believe it to be lonely or scary to be out here all alone, but I adore it. I love having my own privacy and being independent. The way I see it, I won’t be living with my parents forever, so I may as well get used to living on my own now. I eat dinner with my family, and of course still spend most of my time with them in the house, however when it’s time for me to come out in my room for the night I don't complain. It’s me time, and I look forward to it each day. Another benefit is it’s always quiet, so it makes a good environment for studying which is what I spend the majority of my time doing. I’m not quite sure which career path I anticipate on taking yet, but I do know that I want to do something with either creative writing or animals, that’s what I’ve spent my entire life being intrigued by.
My wandering thoughts are interrupted with a loud, excited knock on my bedroom door. I wrap my beige wool cardigan around my waist tightly and rush over to answer, holding my breath as I hope it isn't my mother coming out to scold me for being “disrespectful” to Robert. A wave of relief washes over me as my elder brother, Jake stands in the doorway with a goofy smile plastered over his lips.
“Can I come in? Or are you gonna yell at me too?” He asks, grinning as he referred to the earlier argument with our mother. I roll my eyes.
“That depends..” I grin, gently tapping my pointer finger along my bottom lip. “Do you have that piece of cake you owe me from dinner last night?” I cross my arms over my chest and raise an eyebrow at him playfully.
“If I had a dollar for every time you ate something that belonged to me I’d be able to buy you dozens of cakes. Now let me in.” He smirks, pushing past me. I giggle and close the door as he enters the room and takes a seat on the corner of my bed. He takes a quick glance around my room before he speaks.
“I finally finished designing my tattoo, and I’m going to get it tomorrow. You’re coming with me.” He states, a smiling forming on his lips once again.
“I am now, am I?” I raise an eyebrow. “What makes you think I’d want to come?”
“It’s my first tattoo and you promised you’d go, plus it’s obvious you want to get one just as badly as me. You’re just too afraid to actually take action on it, and you’d love to watch the process of me getting mine.” He straightened his posture as he awaited my answer. He was right. I’ve wanted to get a tattoo since I can remember, a small one though. Nothing too extravagant.
“Fine, I’ll go.” I huff, attempting to hide my smile.
“Great!” He beams. “My appointment is 9 A.M tomorrow morning, be ready. My friend works as a part time tattoo artist, he’s going to do it for me.” He proudly states, pleased that all of his planning and building of anticipation will soon pay off. I nod and let out a small yawn.
“Well if I have to get up early, I better go sleep.” I laugh, wiping my watery eyes. He shakes his head playfully and stands up, walking toward the door.
“I’ll be out here to get you bright and early, then we can go out for lunch afterwards.” He smiles. “Oh and Scarlett, don’t mind mom when she yells at you like that. She’ll come around eventually, you know how she is, so unbelievably stubborn.” He rolls his eyes and I smile.
“Thanks, Jake. See you in the morning.” I wave as he closes the door. He’s always been there for me. In fact, he’s the only one who’s ever been there for me. If it weren't for him I don’t know where I’d be today. We have such a strong bond and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
I slip off my t-shirt and blue ripped jeans, then replace them with some comfy pajamas. I climb into bed and set an alarm on my phone for 7:30 A.M, just to ensure I am up and ready for when Jake has to leave. I set my phone down on my nightstand and close my now heavy eyelids, drifting off to sleep.
I am awoken at exactly 7:30 by my obnoxiously loud alarm, I groan and roll over. It takes all the strength I have in me not to hit “snooze” and climb back under to warm bed sheets. This day means a lot to Jake, and I’m looking forward to it myself. I force myself up and pick my outfit for the day. I choose a simple, yet stylish white top and some black skinny jeans. I grab some sandals from my closet and top the look off with some light makeup and loose curls. Nothing too fancy, I’m going to a tattoo shop after all. By the time I am completely ready it’s 8:30 and Jake is rushing to my door. He doesn’t even bother knocking before barging in.
“Come on, let’s go. I don’t want to be late.” The grin on his face makes him look like a child, and I smile to myself.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” I giggle and following behind him quickly to his car, getting in the passenger's seat and buckling up my seatbelt. “So what exactly is it that you’re planning on getting tattooed?” I ask, interested in his answer. This is a big step, it’s something that will be on your skin for years and years to come. It’s always going to be there, so it must have some sort of significance to you, otherwise why bother? He stops at the red stoplight and looks over at me.
“Well, you’re just going to have to wait and see when it’s done. I don’t want to explain it.” He chuckles and I roll my eyes playfully. Shortly after we arrive at the tattoo shop. I already have an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as we pull up in a parking spot and a group of men stand outside the building smoking cigarettes, covered in tattoos and piercings. Their appearances intimidate me, and as I step out of the car I feel their eyes watch me take every step right up to the door. Jake doesn’t seem to notice them as he walks into the shop, I follow close behind him. He walks up to what seems to be the front desk.
“Jake Connors.” He states. “I have an appointment with Harry.” He watches as the man standing behind the counter scans through the list of appointments on his computer.
“Ah yes, he was just asking if you had arrived actually. Just take a seat over there, he will be with you in a moment.” The man states, pointing to a couple of wooden chairs in the corner of the store. We make our way over to them and take a seat. The man behind the counter is the only person I’ve seen since we arrived that appears to not have any tattoos or piercings, and it brings me slight comfort. Jake and I wait patiently for his friend to come out and guide us into his room. I open my mouth to ask Jake once more what tattoo he planned on getting but before I can say a word a tall, slightly buff male slowly strides out into the waiting room. Jake immediately recognizes him and they greet each other as if they had been familiar with each other for quite some time. I have never seen or met this man before, and I can't help but wonder how long he and Jake have been friends. I study his features, he has curly chocolatey brown hair, tattoos cover his arms and chest and he has a couple facial piercings, one on his lip and one on his left eyebrow. His appearance is beyond intimidating but somehow it suited him. He wore black ripped jeans and a short sleeve tight fitting black t-shirt. I’m snapped out of my thoughts when I make eye contact with him and he is smirking at me.
“If you’re done love, I’d love to get started on your brothers tattoo.” He chuckles, and I’m taken aback by his thick british accent. I look around for Jake and realize that he has already gone to get ready. My cheeks flush a bright pink as I realize I had been too caught up in gazing at the tall boy to even realize my brother had left the room. I clear my throat and attempt to say something, but no words come out. I just nod and make my way down the hall, looking in all the rooms until I spot Jake. I hear Harry's black boots tap heavily against the floor as he follows close behind me. I can’t help but feel like he is staring at me, and the feeling makes my stomach uneasy. When I finally find the room where Jake is preparing himself I am beyond relieved. I walk in and take a seat next to him, watching as Harry enters the room.
“Okay, so we’re going to get started right away. I don’t want to waste any time.” Harry states and Jake nods. “I’m glad you’ve finally decided to bite the bullet and get this tattoo.” He grins, Jake smiles.
“Me too, man. I’ve wasted too much time already by putting it off. Let’s just get it done and over with.” He laughs. I absentmindedly stare at Harry’s tattoos, something about them intrigues me. He has so many. My eyes trail from his arms to his face and I realize I have been caught again. He smirks and slightly glides his tongue over his pink lips. I quickly look away and preoccupy my mind with thinking about my research paper that’s due at the end of the week. This is going to be a long few hours if I have to sit here and try not stare too much at the intimidating, yet intriguing boy sitting merely 3 feet away from me.
AN// Hi everyone! I hope you’re all enjoying the story so far, there is most likely a lot of spelling errors as I’ve been writing on my phone so I’m sorry for that in advance! I have big plans for this story and I hope it becomes a success and you like it. Feedback, likes and favourites would be greatly appreciated! Also, if you’d like me to read your story in return and give you feedback please don’t be afraid to ask, I’d love to. Thanks :) -J