2.

"Kasey! You ready?!"

When we were driving from the beach towards our home Mase began to whine about food. And me being me, I helped. So, the boys decided to bring us to McDonalds. After we went to McDonalds for our diner we drove to Harry and my house, getting ready for the night. I wore ripped up jeans and a loose red with white striped top. I grabbed my white sneakers and pulled them on before grabbing my black leather jacket and running out the door, jumping into the awaiting car with my friends in it.

"Sup, bitches?" I greeted Mase and Bonny who were sitting in the back seat as well.

"So much. I'm like super excited and my legs are shaking and my hands can't stop sweating and I can'tstop from nibbling on my nails. And like seriously this is so cool. But what if my moms going to kill me. I mean, I didn't ask her for permission. And you know how she can be and what if she-"

"Slow down, baby. It'll be fine." Harry laughed at Bonny's outbursts. She can be like that sometimes. I find it rather funny. Her face will become red because she doesn't take a breatg in between. And her facial expression changes every second from excitement to fear to nervous to happy. She seriously is something else.

We arrived at our destination and got out of the car.

"You sure about this, K?"

"Yes." I said biting my lip and taking a step forewards. Mase grabbed my arm and turned me around making me look her in the eye. "You can still turn around, you know that, right?"

"Yes, but I want this. For sure." I said assuring her. She nodded her head and linked her arm through mine and Bonny did the same on my other side. And with the three of us in a row we walked into the Tattoo shop.

Yes, I was getting my first tattoo today!

And I was super nervous. Harry already had a few tattoo's and he told me it did sting a little. But him being him, he never tells the whole truth. And it's probably going to feel like I'm dying. But I'm willing to do it even if it's going to hurt like hell.

The ring of the bell was heard when we walked inside the Tattoo shop.

Nerves were swurming around through my whole body and I had the sudden urge to turn around and run away. But I pushed the feeling away and just moved on.

"Hello, how can I help you?" A woman with red short hair and tattoos covering her body said. She had piercings all over her face, which was in my oppinion not something you wanted to look at.

"I'd like to set a tattoo, please." The woman smiled, somewhat creepilly.

"Alright. Come on, follow me."

I let go of Mase's and Bonny's arm and went after the woman. She walked into a dim lit hallway, into a dark room. She switched on the light and signed me to sit down on the seat.

"So, where do you want it and what do you want?" She said while putting om some latex gloves.

"On my back and I brought a design." I said, pulling out the design from my pocket and giving it to the woman.

"Okay, let's see."

I kinda made the design myself. On the conputer, though. I ain't an artist.

It were bold letter running down my spain.

V-IV-MMXI (5-4-2011)

It was the day my parents died. The day I was left all alone, no one to take care of me. And I know what your thinking, 'what about Harry?' Well, he isn't my real brother.

When I was twelve, my parents were brutally murdered infront of my eyes. I saw everything, every last detail is engraved in my mind and yet I didn't say a word to the police. I knew they would think I was crazy and would send me give me therapy and all that, but I didn't want that. So, I didn't utter a word. When I was thirteen I was plaved in a foster home. And I was extremely lucky I was placed with the family Gellord, Harry and his parents. They took care of me like I was their own. And I truly love them. I just had a second chance family. But even though I have them, I'll never forget my mama and my papa.

"Lay down, please." The woman ordered, I laid down and she pulled my top to the side.

I heard her put on the maschine and I just closed my eyes and let it all wash over me.

And let me tell you some facts about my experience;

1. It does not sting a little.

2. It hurts like fucking hell.

3. I cursed all the possible curse words on that damned table.

4. I'm never, ever, ever doing this again.

5. Seriously, never!

6. And at last, I think I peed a little on that table...

~

"O my God, did it hurt?" Bonny asked.

"No." I said, being really convincingly. At least, I thought I was.

"You're lying." Mase stated.

"Yes. Fucking hell, yes. I swear, I whought I was dying. And one tip though when you're lying om that table. Run."

They all laughed at me and asked me all kind of questions about the experience.

After I paid we walked towards the car and decided that we'll have a sleepover at our house. Harry dropped them off at home before we made our own way home with his car. It was silent in the car. Not an awkward silent though. It was nice. Harry and I had a connection as brother and sister, even though we're not blood related.

"You happy you did it, sis? The tattoo?"

I opened my eyes and looked at Harry. I looked at his blonde curls and his brown eyes. His slightly crooked nose and tanned skin. Then I looked at me. My black hair, grey eyes and white skin. Red plump lips and a tiny sharp nose. You couldn't find one thing in the both of us that was similair.

"Yes. Yes I do." I replied, "I really hope it came out good, though."

He grabbed my hand and squeezed softly. "Yeah, me too, sis, me too."

We arrived at our home and got inside.

We grabbed our mattress, pillows and our blankets and settled it downstairs. Making one big bed for the five of us.

The bell rang and Harry got up and opened up the door for his girlfriend. He pulled her into a kiss and that was my cue to turn my head and continue to watch Dora the Explora. Whoop whoop!

The one after the other one came strolling into the house and plopping down on the couch. My best friend plopped down beside me and patted me on the leg.

"Sup, slut?"

"Not much, hoe."