Tattoos and Feelings

I shake out the emotions and walk to Logan.

"Uh, I'll see you guys later!"I pipe, avoiding any eye contact. Logan leads me to his truck and I hop in.

"What movie are we watching?" I ask to break the silence.

"Madagascar 3." he responds.

"oh cool." I say. We sit there in another awkward silence.

"What do you say we blow the movie?" he asks all of the sudden.

"And do what?" I ask. He grins.

"Have you ever gotten a tattoo?" he responds. I shake my head no. "Do you want to?"

My mouth drops open.

"Yes! I would love to!" I squeal.

"Great!" he says. I have been wanting a tattoo for a while just haven't actually gotten one yet. We soon pull up to a tattoo shop and walk in. A few minutes later, we are seated in seats where they will do the tattoo. A large woman with a huge black Afro walks out towards me.

"Hello doll! What can I do for you?" she asks. I smile.

"I want independent written right on my wrist." I say. She smiles.

"Of course darling! Just a moment!"

She gets out her tools and sterilizes my skin. She sketches it out and transfers it. Then she jabs in the needle and adds the ink. She finishes and I pay. I look at Logan's tattoo which is simply a black x. I smile in awe at the ink in my wrist.

"What do you think?" Logan asks. I smile.

"Liam is going to murder me." I say with a smirk. "As long as Rachel doesn't get me first."

He smirks and we get back in the car. His phone goes off and he answers and says a few words into the speaker. He turns to me.

"Sorry babe but I have some work stuff to do. I'll drop you off at your brother's flat, okay?" he says. I fake a smile.

"Sure! No problem." I say. He grins and we drive back to the boys' flats. I say thank you and goodbye and knock on Liam's door. I hear a muffled 'come in' so I walk in. I see Liam curled up watching TV.

"What's up bro?" I ask. He shrugs. I cross my arms. "Come on tell me."

He just shrugs again. I snatch the remote and flip off the TV.

"What is going on?" I ask. He sighs.

"Promise you won't tell?"

"I promise."

"Okay, well.... I really like Rachel but she doesn't like me back!" he states. I burst out laughing.

"are... You.... Kidding... Me?" I say in between laughter.

"What? No."

"Liam, Rachel doesn't like you." I say. His face sinks. "she adores you. She practically worships the ground you walk on. Dude, ask her out." I say.

His face brightens up.

"Really?"

"Do you honestly think I could lie to you? You'd catch me in an instant!" I protest. He smirks.

"I'm glad you feel that way. So, what's on your wrist?" he asks. I grin proudly.

"A tattoo." I boast. His eyes get wide.

"Jenna! You leave with Logan for two hours and come back with a tattoo?" he panics.

"Yep!" I say.

"Jenna, I don't think this guy is a good influence."

"What? Don't blame Logan, I was gonna get a tattoo anyway." I say.

"Jenna!" he says again.

"Hey, read it. I am independent. I do what I want." I say. He drops his head in his hands.

"oh gosh. How are we possibly twins?" he mutters. I chuckle.

"oh! I have to go!" i say.

"Why?" he asks.

"I'm tired." i state honestly. He shakes his head.

"Good night."

"night!" I respond. I walk out of his flat and almost run into someone. I look up and see Louis. I immediately look back down at the floor and walk away briskly.

Why am I running away? It's only Louis! Get a hold of yourself! I sigh and ride home. I rush in and collapse on my bed.