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Gerard's POV

"What the fuck have you done?" Erica yelled at me as I was preparing to tattoo some girl's butt-cheek with her boyfriend's name.

"Well I haven't done Frank if you were wondering. I was going to, but then I found out it was him," I replied, wishing the bitch would go away.

"I don't know what he sees in you," she retaliated.

"Well I personally don't know why he wouldn't date someone like you. I mean, with your air-head and big chest, you're a flotation device," I retorted, making the girl and her boyfriend piss themselves laughing. "If you were ever in a plane that crashed out at sea, you could save his life," I said, just to make her mad.

"Fuck you!" she said, grabbing a large cup of water off the side bench and preparing to chuck it at me.

"Don't you fucking dare. Everything over here is sterile," I informed her.

"Do you think I give a shit?" she said, throwing the cup of water at me, wetting my face and all down my shirt as well as splashing over all the sterile equipment.

"For fuck's sakes. Are you crazy? Now I have to start all over and make sure that everything is sterile," I yelled at her. I turned to the girl and her boyfriend. "I'm sorry. There's gonna be a delay. If this girl wasn't permanently on her period, this wouldn't have happened," I said, making the girl and her boyfriend giggle.

Sighing, I cleared everything away, Erica just standing there watching me. My t-shirt was soaked. There was no way that I could go around wearing it. So, I took it off and placed it near the window sill. That way, it would dry off from the sun. Turning back around to begin re-setting up my sterile field, I caught a glimpse of Erica's face. She looked shocked at something. I have no idea what.

"Wow, do you know how good tattoos would look on your body?" the girl whose butt I was gonna be inking said.

"I've often thought about it, but I hate needles. Sometimes I draw on myself though," I told her, making her giggle.

"You're a cutie. I don't get what that bitch's problem is," she said, aware that Erica was still standing and watching me. I turned to look at Erica.

"What's your problem now?" I asked her. She looked away, a blush creeping up her face. Had she just been checking me out? Dude, that was just wrong.

"Erica have you seen where I put my--" Frank's voice sounded, as he walked over to her. His voice faltered once he saw my topless body. "What happened to your shirt?" he asked.

"Your girlfriend threw water at me," I told him. "My t-shirt was soaked. So I took it off."

"Oh," he said, his eyes just staring at my abs.

"Now I understand what you see in him Frankie. Gerard's got a good body," Erica said. Erica said I had a good body? I wasn't surprised at how shallow she was though. Apparently that was all there was to like about me. Bitch.

"Um, ok. Well I'm gonna go set up and tattoo this girl now," I said, walking away awkwardly.



It took me 15 minutes, but I finally had everything set up once more to begin tattooing the girl. As I started, I could see people walking past and checking me out. Erica must've told everyone. Damn. I kinda liked being the loser that no one cared about. It was so much better than being the loser with the 6-pack that no one could stop staring at.

I tried so hard to ignore them, but when I heard one of the male tattoo artists joking around with Frank and saying that he had a boner, it was so fucking hard to concentrate on the tattoo. I focused hard and finished the tattoo, the girl was very happy with what I'd done.

Once she'd left, and I'd cleaned up, I didn't have another client for a little while, so I had to help other artists with tracings and stuff. The only artist that needed help was Erica.

"So," Erica began as I helped her out. "You and Frank..." she trailed off.

"There is no me and Frank right now. We're no longer together because of everything that's happened," I informed her, slightly annoyed that she was getting up in my business.

"Look Gerard, I'm sorry for being rude to you all the time. Frank seems to be head over heels in love with you and if he thinks you're a great guy, then I believe him. So I hope that we can put everything behind us," she said. I could've been really immature now and said something like, 'Sorry babe, I don't take apologies from blow up dolls' or 'I'm surprised that you were even able to think about me in your self-centered mind'. But I didn't. I decided to be mature about things. Otherwise, I'd come off as a really bad guy.

"It's ok I guess," was all I said. I knew that apologizing like she was took courage. So I decided to make her feel better about everything.

"Really? I thought you were gonna snap at me and make fun of my boobs or something," she replied enthusiastically.

"Yeah. It'd make our lives a whole lot easier if we were just nicer to one another," I informed her.

"I promise to never bring up your fire-fetish again... starting from now," she said, making me smile. "So then we're friends?" she asked me.

"Yeah, we're friends," I told her. Wow, I was shocked. Erica and I friends? I wouldn't have thought it'd be possible.

 


Date: 2015-02-28; view: 562


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