FADING (A novel)(6)

Next door to the coffee shop is the tattoo parlor that Roxy’s boyfriend works at. We both yank off our aprons, and Roxy locks up.

The buzzing of tattoo guns fills the shop. The walls are painted black, and they are covered in tattoo flash. I don’t even look because I already know what I want. I have thought about getting a tattoo in the past but was always too scared.

“Hey, Rox,” Jared says as he walks up to the counter. “What are you guys doing here?”

Jared and Roxy have only been dating for a few months, but they are head over heels for each other.

“Candace wants to get a tattoo, and I need you to do it fast before she chickens out.”

“I’m not going to back out,” I say to her.

Jared looks at me surprised. “A tattoo, huh? Well, you’re in luck. My next appointment isn’t for another hour.” Jared comes around the counter, takes my hand, and walks me back to his station. I hop up onto the table and he asks, “So, what are you wanting?”

Clasping my hands together nervously, I look down at him. “I’d like a tiny heart on my lower hip.”

“Easy enough. Just lay down and relax while I get everything set up.”

As I lie on the table, I suddenly get nervous wondering if it’s going to hurt. I close my eyes and try to relax. Taking a few deep breaths, I feel Roxy grab ahold of my hand. I open my eyes and look at her.

“I can tell you’re freaking out,” she says.

“Just a bit. Does it hurt?” I ask as I eye the tattoos on her arms.

“Nah,” Jared says as he wheels over to me on his stool. “Unbutton and pull down your pants a little.”

Nervously, I do as he says.

“You ready?” he asks.

I look at Roxy as she gives me a reassuring look that reminds me of the conversation we had a few minutes ago. I want to do this. I need to do this.

“Absolutely,” I say.

I feel Jared’s fingers press down on my hip as the gun starts buzzing. The pricking of the needle stings slightly on the sensitive area, and I pinch my eyes shut.

“You doing okay?” Jared asks me.

Opening my eyes as I start to numb to the sensation, I look down at him. “Yeah, it’s actually not as bad as I thought.”

“Well, I’m just about done.”

“Really?!” I say, surprised at how fast it was.

Roxy lets out a soft laugh, “Candace, It’s just a tiny-ass heart. How long did you think it was going to take?”

“Done,” he says and he rolls away on his stool to grab a mirror and then rolls back. He hands it to me, and I hold it up, staring at the reflection of my new tattoo. It’s a simple black outline of a heart. Small and discreet.

“I love it, Jared. Thank you.”

He rubs on a glob of cool ointment and adheres a bandage over it. I grab his hand as he helps me sit up.

“Here,” he says and hands me a sheet of paper. “This will tell you how to care for the tat as it heals. If you notice anything unusual going on, call me.”

I nod and tell him, “Will do. Thanks again.”

Roxy grabs Jared around his waist to give him a hug. “Come over later?”

“Yeah, I get out of here around six,” he says before leaning down to kiss her. “See you girls later.”

“Bye,” we both say as we head back over to the coffee shop.

Holy shit! I cannot believe I just got a tattoo. My act of rebellion is thrilling, and I like the energy that flows through me. I could get used to this excitement.





Chapter Three


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“I still can’t believe you got a tattoo, and I’m still pissed that you did it without me,” Kimber says.

“Honestly, it was a spur of the moment thing,” I say as I sit on the floor and unpack my dance bag. I have been living in the studio for the past few days. Classes are about to start, and I want to make sure I’m prepared and on top of my game. Kimber had been upset when I told her about my rare act of rebellion, but she’s since calmed down.

“I am so excited that you are coming out with us tomorrow. I’m not sure what has gotten into you, but I like it,” she says as she sits on my bed and watches me as I rub baby powder into my pointe shoes and hang them on a hook in my closet to air dry.

I start stripping off my sweaty clothes. “I don’t know. Roxy just finally got through to me, I guess. She’s right; it’s time to start having a little bit of fun.”

I hear my phone chime, and I walk over to my desk to read a new text.

“Who’s that?” Kimber asks.

“It’s from Jack. I haven’t heard from him since we went out last Friday.”

Kimber jumps off the bed and is quickly hanging over my shoulder to read his message.

Got plans tomorrow night?

For some reason Thursday nights are big nights to go out around here. The bars and clubs are always packed.

“You should ask him to come with us,” she says as she smacks my bottom and walks out of my room.

I sit down at my desk and text him back.

Going dancing at Remedy with some friends. You should come!

Remedy huh? What time?

Around 10:30.

Meet you there?