Frank's POV

A week flew by since Erica's death and everyone was still saddened by it. My Mom was now at the apartment with Gerard's Mom and they kept making us food and shit. It was nice, but I hated being fussed over. And as I knew it would, my Mom was cramping my style. There was a reason I never suggested that she came here to stay. I liked to have sex with Gerard and if she was here, I felt like I couldn't.

I had arranged to have a memorial for Erica in the tattoo parlor. The owner thought it was a good idea when I suggested it. But ever since he'd found out that I could snap a man in half and Gerard could set anything he touched on fire, he thought that anything Gerard and I suggested was a good idea.

That Monday, while Gerard was busy tattooing a picture of The Dark Ninja, The Skeleton and Hot Boy on some girl's arm (yes, I am serious), Mikey walked into the tattoo parlor.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, running over to him and hugging him. Him and I had grown closer since Erica's death. I wasn't as close with him as he was with Gerard, but we were still pretty close. We were also pretty excited. We'd both managed to score interviews with the Fire Department on Friday morning.

"Hey," he replied.

"You want me to get Gerard for you? He's busy tattooing your face on some girl's arm," I joked. Mikey gave me a weird look.

"I guess I can say hello to him, but I came here to get a tattoo," Mikey decided. I raised my eyebrows.

"You ever gotten one before?" I asked him. He shook his head.

"You sure there's not one hiding on your ass somewhere or you're not sporting a cock sleeve or anything?" I asked him. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Ok, what did you want tattooed?" I asked.

"I want the words Hot Girl tattooed on my left bicep as a tribute to Erica," Mikey said. I smiled. That was a nice tattoo. Some people got first tattoos which were instantly regrettable. They had no particular meaning to the person and the only reason they got the tattoo was because they wanted to violate their skin. But Mikey's had meaning behind it which meant it was unlikely that he would regret it.

"Ok, well I'm not tattooing today, so I'll check out who's free," I said, going and seeing what everyone was doing.Gerard was busy inking my face to that girl's arm, a bunch of the guys were busy either being jackasses or tracing or inking and then I saw Mimi, sitting in the corner reading this week's People magazine.

"Mimi, you have a client," I told her. She looked over my way, as did everyone. They all stared at Mikey in awe. They all had their suspicions on who Mikey was regardless of what Gerard had said last Monday.

"Oh hey Mikey, you want a tattoo?" she asked. Mikey nodded.

"Hey Mikey!" Gerard called out from the other side of the room. "You should see this kickass tattoo I'm doing!" he exclaimed. Mikey walked over to his brother and looked at the ink on the girl's arm.

"Whoa. That's really good. How come you're getting them on your arm?" he asked the girl.

"I was in a bus crash a few weeks ago. Dr. Krustallos and The Executioner caused it to happen and these guys rescued me. I was debating whether or not to put Hot Girl on there too, but out of respect to her, I decided to leave her off, since what happened was such a tragedy," she spoke. "What about you? What are you getting tattooed today?" she asked.

"You're getting a tattoo?" Gerard asked.

"Yeah. My late girlfriend's nickname is going on my left bicep," Mikey explained. Gerard smiled at his brother and nodded, understanding.

"Come this way Mikey and take your shirt off so that we can set up for your tattoo," Mimi directed him as he followed her over to a cubicle.

"Would you like me to draw the curtain?" she asked. Mikey shook his head.

"No, I wanna chat to Gerard while I get it done," Mikey decided. Pulling off his shirt. There was silence from my employees. If they didn't think Mikey was Hot Boy before, they knew now.

"Guys, stop staring. Mikey's straight and won't take it up the ass from you. Get back to work!" I exclaimed, making all the guys blush. They were all straight too, so they took my words as a cue to quickly resume work.

"So Mikey, what did you want exactly?" Mimi asked as I walked away and let him get his tattoo done in peace. Half an hour later, he was done and showed Gerard and I the tattoo before Mimi covered it up with a dressing and his shirt was put back on.

"Thank you. It's awesome," Mikey said to Mimi, both of them smiling.

"It was no trouble. And it's on the house cause Frank always said that if friends or family came in that they got free tattoos," Mimi spoke. Mikey raised his eyebrows.

"You sure? Cause I have no trouble paying," Mikey said.

"It's no trouble Mikey," Mimi said.

"Well thanks, I guess," Mikey spoke.

A short while later, Mikey left the tattoo parlor and everyone began discussing how he was so Hot Boy. They kept taunting Gerard who kept denying it, but everyone knew. They were awesome though. If had been another bunch of people, I wouldn't have trusted them to keep it to themselves, but at least with these people, I trusted them to keep the secret.

Date: 2015-02-28; view: 568