"Oh God. Why am I doing this?" I groaned to myself as I flicked through the folder that the tattoo artist had given me. By this time I was half way through and still had yet to see something I liked and didnt look too painful.
Turning to the next page I felt the seat beneath me give slightly. I looked to my left to see the cause and sitting beside me was probably the most prettiest (yes prettiest)
He soon turned to face me and caught me staring.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to stare its just that-" I flushed crimson as he extended his hand to me.
"That's fine really. Not to be big-headed or anything but Im kinda used to it. Oh I'm Bill by the way."
"Yeah I know." I said biting my bottom lip.
"And you are?" He encouraged.
"Oh, I'm Alice." I said snapping back to reality.
"Hey Alice. So what tattoo are you thinking of getting?" He asked, gesturing to the open folder that was now laying on my lap.
"I don't know. To be honest with you I'm pretty scared." I admitted shyly.
"Haha. First one I take it?" Bill laughed.
I nodded staring at him as his laugh filled me with the most peculiar feeling making it impossible to look away. Catching his breath he caught my eye. Embarrassed my eyes dropped back to the folder on my lap.
"I like that one." You said more to yourself.
I was pointing at a small cluster of stars, not much larger than the tip of my little finger producing from a shot gun. They gradually increased in size as they got further away from the gun. Underneath it, written in a beautiful cryptic font was shoot down the stars.
"Cool. Not my sorta thing."He said with a smirk.
"And may I ask why?" I half laughed.
"Meh. Loads of reasons really. They all mean something to me though. I'm not really into the whole I'm-gunna-get-a-tattoo-just-cause-I-feel-like-it thing." He told me, his hands flying in all directions as he shook.
"Ow! Bill, you just poked me in the eye."I said jumping away from him slightly.
"Huh?" He asked looking intently into my eyes.
"You just poked my eye out." I said leaning further back still.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry! I tend to throw my hands around without noticing while talking." He apologised.
"Oh that's fine. I don't really use my left eye much since it's covered by my hair anyway." I laughed shaking my head.
"Oh I feel really bad now." He said diverting his eyes away from me.
"It's alright really I'm-" I were cut off by the tattoo artist calling your name.
"Alice. I'm so sorry. I want to make it up to you." Frank begged me.
"Okay then. How about you come with me to get my tattoo done? I don't think I can do it alone. Well unless the guy doesn't like hearing much, in which case I would be doing him a favour." I offered.
"Sure. Sounds good to me. And you can dig your nails in my hand all you want. Nothing could hurt more than getting dog piled by my fellow band mates." He shuddered making me laugh.
"Cool." I said, as he grabbed me by the hand, sending shivers down my spine.
"No going back now." He smirked.
"Don't mess with me or I might accidentally draw blood." I grinned back as he pulled me into the main room.
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