Chapter 1
It took me about three hours to finally put everything back into my new room; it didn’t look nothing like my old one. Which I missed, but I had to get used to it. My purple walls where still empty with no photographs or poster.
This had been the second time this year we have moved because of my mother’s new job, since a child I hated moving. Because I never make long lasting relationships with anyone. Last time I remember having a best friend was around fifth grade and her name was Peyton. But, I haven’t talked to her in about five or four years, which sucks because she in my mind was a great friend.
Now being seventeen, I have no real friends. Since we moved again in the beginning of my high school year; I turned to online classes. And now my mother Harper wants to put me back in a private high school. No thank you, I’m okay with laptop and internet.
The new neighborhood we live in is very quiet and lonely; we don’t have that many neighbors that we talk to. And off course this time we had to not move cities but country. My mother had the great idea to move to England; well it’s not really her fault. More like her jobs fault.
“Hey loser, you want to go to work with me?” My older brother Brody called from the bottom of the stair case. He is so annoying, he moved in now that he’s finished with college. Majoring in business and art history, he opened his new tattoo studio in the middle of the downtown area. He gets a lot of costumers because I won’t lie he is talented, he’s been tattooing since I can remember.
“I guess, I have nothing else to do”. The only reason I went with my brother is because he payed me , next week I will start to have a proper schedule on when I have work and around what hours.
I got my leather jacket from my bed running down the stairs seeing my brother about to close the front door.
“Bye Mom”. I waited for a respond, but I didn’t get one. I closed to door and locked it from the outside. Turning to see my brother already inside the new Scion he bought.
“You were going to leave me”. I insisted to my older brother.
“I have to open the shop at five remember”. I rolled my eyes putting on the seat belt. We made our way out into downtown area, where there are a lot of shopping centers and bars, stuff like that.
“Who are you tattooing today?”
“You should know! You’re the one that makes the appointments”.
“I forgot”. I grabbed my brother’s business phone from the cup holder and opened his calendar checking if he had any appointments today and he did.
“You have a girl named Evie at six thirty and a guy named Robert at seven, forty five”.
“That’s it?”
“Yup”. We got to the back parking lots of the studio.
“Go open up; I need to take a smoke”. My brother demanded as I did the regular:
1.Refill the small fridge with monsters and red bulls.
2.Start the music list my brother created
3.Clean counters and sinks
4.Call customers to remind them about their appointments
5.Chill on the desktop
The little bell that was on top of the shops door rang seeing a young girl around my age; her blonde hair was as straight and pretty, while her blue eyes searched the surroundings. I didn’t notice the guy behind her until he came toward the cashier; his curly hair was locked inside a green beanie.
“You must be Evie.” The young girl smiled as she scooted the guy to the side.
“Yeah, that’s me”.
“Do you have an idea or would you like Brody to design it for you?”
“No , my boyfriend already designed it. I want something like this”. She handed me a drawing sketch of a bird about to fly away, it was simple.
“Would you like it in color or black and white?”
“Color, it’s my first tattoo”. I heard the back door open, seeing my brother get in the studio and shakes Evie’s boyfriends hand.
“Alright, Brody will take care of you now”. She smiled and left to the first black seat on the right. I went back to my surfing the web while I noticed the curly head just stand there next to me.
“If you want you can go over there and watch”. His tanned shoulders where full of different black and white tattoos. He payed no attention to my question, all he did was play with his lip piercing. His dark green hues had a light layer of black eyeliner, which looked good on him.
“Is he even good?” He played with his fingers and then looked at his girlfriend seeing her put her blonde hair up into a bun.
“Whhaat?” Because he did design that tattoo, it made me think if he also was a tattoo artist himself.
“Tattooing?” The curly head turned to look at me.
“Yes, he’s been doing it since he was thirteen”.
“Hmm”.
“What’s your deal anyways? If you didn’t want her to be tattooed here..”
“That’s none of your business. Don’t you know how to treat a costumer”. The curly head interrupted me.
“Well, your girlfriend is a costumer you’re not.” I gave him a cocky smirk, hearing the noise of the tattoo being imprinted on Evie’s neck.
The curly head took a step closer to the cashier counter. “You know, you’re pretty cute”. He whispered with a sexual tone, as his lips curled into a smile. He grabbed my chin softly .....