• BURN ME •

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Here

~ JP Cooper

Snow

I groan in annoyance when my cell phone rings for the fourth time, the first few times I ignored it. But now it's really getting on my nerves, I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. Wait, how did I even get home? I sighed, oh fuck my head. I turn on my side and look for my phone until I finally find it on the floor. However, when I try to pick it up from the floor, I slip off my bed and hit the floor. Rubbing my aching forehead, I answer the call from Sophia. "Yes?" I ask directly, she should have a really good reason to wake me up. "Ah, so you're still alive after yesterday?" I sighed, "I wouldn't call it that, but keep talking." She laughs quietly, "Well, I thought I'd ask how you're doing, my brother said you overdid it a bit yesterday." What an understatement, "I'm still breathing," I say, yawning, "well, if you'd get up, we could have breakfast together. I'm sitting in Bonnie's kitchen, I brought hangover breakfast with me." I stare at my door, "are you here?", she laughs, "yes, are you coming down?", I sigh. "Give me a few minutes," I hang up and the next moment a big tongue licks my face. "Oh God Ares, stop it you fucking teddy bear...", I push the dog away slightly and stand up. I put on some clothes and stumble out of my room. Shit, how did I get home? I don't know anything anymore, rubbing my face I drag myself to the bathroom. And when I step into the kitchen a little later, Sophia is actually sitting in the kitchen and grinning at me. She's holding up a bag and I grin when I see the diner logo, "you look like shit," she says, grinning. I roll my eyes, "Thanks, that's how I feel too. And the worst thing is, I have no idea how I even got home. I have a total blackout, I only remember when we were dancing... after that, everything is gone."

I sigh and sink down to the table, she grins slightly. "Flame brought you home," I'm taken aback, did he really do that? "But since we're already at your brother's, where does he get his tattoos done? I wanted to get some touch-ups, and his tattoos are really, really beautiful." Sophia grins, "they're all from Nacho's dad, Sam really is a master with a needle." I nod slightly, "okay, what's the name of the shop, then I'll drive over there." The black-haired girl grins, "we can do that today, the shop is open today. If you feel like it, we'll do it right away." I nod slightly and look in the bag from the diner before I take something. Sophia laughs quietly, "So you don't remember anything anymore?" I shake my head, "no," but my dream was weird, but she doesn't need to know that. Sophia also takes some of the food she brought with her, and we eat together, she grins broadly. "Tero asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend," I grin, "and?" she smiles, "I said yes, what else." I grin but eye the burger for a while, "are there pickles on it?" Sophia raises her eyes and looks at me, "aren't you eating them? Then pass them over..." I take the pickles from my burger and hand them to her, when I look at Sophia like that, I wonder if I was ever so happy with Reed. The answer to that is no, I can't remember ever smiling like she did. I shake my head and push these thoughts away again, this stupid dream, I can't believe I really dreamed about Reed.

I look around the studio that Sophia has pulled me into. It is brightly decorated and seems very inviting to me. Sophia is talking to the young woman behind the reception desk, "Sophia, what brings you here?", the black-haired woman grins, "hey June," the purple-haired woman grins broadly at her and then looks at me confused, "who are you?", she asks, I smile slightly, "hey, nice to meet you, I'm Snow...", she grins crookedly, "hey, I'm June." She turns back to Sophia, "do you want to see Sam? Or the other chaos makers?", the black-haired woman laughs quietly, "I just wanted to show Snow the shop, he's still looking for a tattoo artist." June grins crookedly, "have fun then, Sam is in his office at the back. You know the way, sweetheart...", Sophia grabs my hand and pulls me behind her, we arrive at the back and the black-haired woman knocks on a door. A dark, muffled voice from inside the room says something in Spanish, and Sophia opens the door and enters the room with me. A man in his late forties is sitting behind a desk and looking at us. He smiles when he sees Sophia and says something in Spanish again, which I again don't understand. But I can't deny the resemblance to Nacho, he is definitely his father. "Hey Sam," his gaze then falls on me, "how can I help?" We sit down at the desk in front of Sam, I clear my throat. "I wanted to know if I could have an appointment," the older man strokes his closely shaved beard. "Yes, we can make an appointment... you're of legal age, aren't you?" he asks, I nod, "Yes, sir." He laughs, "just call me Sam, otherwise I'll feel so old. We'll just do it like this: if I have a free appointment because someone is cancelling, I'll call you. Otherwise, the next appointment would be in a month, you would just have to give me your number." I nod slightly, "okay, sounds good." Sam nods, and we make an appointment and exchange numbers, "yes, then take a look around, I bet Levin and Elias would be happy if you stopped by, Sophia." The black-haired woman nods, "sure, then we won't bother you any further," Sam nods and we leave his office. I look at the black-haired woman as the door closes behind us, "who are Levin and Elias?" I ask her confused, she grins.