Story of a Tomboy

26:Different and Strong

"Okay so I know you're a complete tomboy but on this occasion as I'm the host of the party you'll have to do exactly what I say", Alex sorta ordered.

We were at a mall with all the formal and party dresses here and there.

"So for starters I'll choose a dress for you", Alex excitedly said.

I started to know where this all was going.

He took out a black and golden dress that would come till my knees only. It was half golden sequinned and half plain black with a black bow on the top left.

Okay I admit it was an okay dress.

"This is definitely what you need and what you're gonna wear", Alex said, stunned by the dress.

"Haha..k", I smiled.

"And with these. Damn you're gonna look more good than my girl friend", he pointed towards a pair of black heel pumps that were spiked on the top.

"Alex please can we drop em?", I sighed.

"No we can't", he quickly said and paid for them.

We were passing through different restaurants when I saw a tattoo shop.

I got my first tattoo from there.
It was a big 'beautiful' written in italics on my right arm.
I got it with Andrew. He suggested on writing beautiful.

I smiled and went into flashback while Alex was ordering pizza.

Flashback:
"It will be beautiful, so that she always remembers that she is beautiful", Andrew told the tattoo-maker.

"Sweetheart it will pain a bit but stay strong", Andrew gave me a warm smile.

I nodded as the process started.

I closed my eyes tightly in pain.

Andrew held my hand hard to comfort me.

I rested my head on his shoulder.

I whined in pain.

After an hour it was done and wrapped in gauze to prevent bleeding.

"Take the gauze off after two hours and get these pain killers if you need", the tattoo-maker said.

Andrew paid and we went outside.

"Andy-Candy you know what?", I said.

"Don't call me that Andy-Candy", he irritatedly said.

I chuckled.

"Andy-Candy I love you", I smiled.
"I'm worth it babe", he proudly teased.

"Hey!", I playfully hit him on the arm.
"Kidding. I love you more than anything else babe", he kissed my hand.

"Earth to Sandra", Alex waved his hand.

"Huh?what?", I said looking around.

"Where are you lost? The pizza is here for about whole 15 minutes and you're lost in your own world", he pointed towards the pizza.

"Uh sorry", I bit my lip.

"Dig in", he pointed towards the pizza.

We both started eating and drinking coke as fastly as we could. Hey! Don't judge me! I'm not used to this long long  shopping and blah!

Especially when you have an annoyingly cute 16 year old bro!

After finishing off we rested on the leather sofas when I decided to have....more tattoos.

"Alex?", I called.
"Yeah?", he blinked his eyes.
"Uh..I..wanted..to um have more...tattoos",I hopefully asked.

He stared at me with wide eyes.

"Tattoo and you?", he unbelievingly asked.

"Yeah tattoos and me from that little booth over there", I pointed towards it.

"No no what do you mean by more tattoos you already have one?", he curiously asked.

Damn.

"Uh yeah on my arm", I showed it to him.

"It's good", he was stunned.

"K, come on", he shrugged as I paid and went out with him.

"Yes?", the tattoo maker asked.
"She wanted to have a tattoo on her?", Alex asked me.

"On my wrists", I filled in.

"ID ma'm?", he asked.

Ofcourse I showed him my fake ID and sat on the couch.

"What will it be?", tattoo maker asked.

"On the left wrist it'll be 'Different' written and on the right one it'll be 'Strong'", I told him as I closed my eyes tightly aware of the pain that was going to occur.

I whimpered slightly as the sharp needle entered my skin.

I heard Alex chuckling at me.

I opened my eyes.

"What?", I irritatedly asked.
"You look so funny when you're crying", Alex said.

"Oh what do you know about tattoos you don't even have one", I rolled my eyes.

"Oh big sis it's just that you don't know everything about me", he smirked.

"What does that mean?", I confusingly asked.

He removed his jacket and revealed his arms covered in tattoos.

"See you don't know everything about me", he said as he put his jacket on.

My jaw dropped.

"Alex Evans! When?!", I asked in a motherly tone not caring about the pain I was getting.

Just when he was about to answer the tattoo-maker (he had admirable blue eyes ;)] spoke in.

Hey! Don't judge me! It's not my fault that I like bad boys!

"It's done".

I looked at my wrists and they were looking freaking awesome!

He covered them in gauze and gave me a prescription of pain killers.

We paid and left.

"Alex I didn't know you have tattoos. Why's that?", I asked buying a blue berry slush for me to cool myself down.

"Oh God. How many times do I have to repeat that you do not know everything about me", he irritatedly replied.

 I sighed giving up.

"So when is this party thing?", I asked as we got in the car.

"Tomorrow", Alex excitedly said.

 I nodded and drove off.

My lovely bed I'm coming!

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