"Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been...
I looked around at all the tattoos on the walls. I was excited to be here, it's too bad that Cass was hanging out with Lydia. The tattoo artist was looking at the piece of paper that I had just gave to him.
"Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture. "
I smiled, sitting down on the chair and he walked towards me.
"Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles asked.
I moved my head to look at my best friend and glanced at him when I saw that he was holding a drawing that looked exactly like the Kanima.
"Too soon? Yeah." Stiles scoffed, looking at other drawings. "I don't know, man, are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?" Stiles asked.
"I'm not changing my mind." I said with a smile.
"Okay, but why two bands?" Stiles asked.
"I just like it."
"But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?" My best friend asked again.
"Getting a tattoo means something." I said.
Stiles chuckled. "I don't think that's—"
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"He's right." The tattoo artist cut him. "Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The tahitian word "tatua" means, "to leave a mark." Like a rite of passage."
"Yeah, you see? He gets it." I said, looking at Stiles.
Stiles crossed his arms. "He's covered in tattoos, Scott, literally."
"Okay, you ready?" He asked and I clear my throat, nodding at him. "You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"
"Nope."
The needles buzzes and I take a deep breath. This is it. I am getting a tattoo. He started and I groaned a little bit, it hurts but I can definitely take it.
I watched Stiles getting closer and looking at it. "I tend to get a little squeamish though, so..." He mumbled, looking at the needle working against my skin.
"Oh, man."
I widened my eyes as Stiles' body fell right in front of me. I cannot believe he fainted.
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Stiles and I got into the jeep and he groaned, pressing the ice bag on his forehead while I looked at the bandages on my arm, covering my tattoo. But it felt weird, it actually was burning.
