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Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous	By : Elocin Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 3361 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"Are you alright?" Kelly asks. We're driving to the tattoo parlour to get our tattoos done, well Kelly is driving, which isn't fun because she always drives so slowly when I'm in the car. Step on it Kelly, we're being overtaken by old folks in Volvos!
"I'm fine. It's just break ups are never easy."
She turns to look at me. "I know, you're not regretting it are you?" Eyes on the road Kelly, you're starting to drift out of our lane. She automatically fixes her eyes straight ahead and corrects the car. See, we totally have a psychic twin connect thing happening, except we're not actual twins, if we were then this whole relationship would be very incestuous and strange.
"I'm not. I mean, I feel bad about hurting Carrie but it would've had to have happened sooner or later, right?" It's true, I know that it couldn't have gone on like that forever but a few more years would have been nice.
"Right." She says trying to reverse park the car, she fails then tries again and fails, again.
"You know what, why don't I park?" I suggest, otherwise would could be here all fucking night.
She gets out and I climb over the gearbox and into the drivers seat. Have I mentioned how much I love that Kelly's exactly the same height as me? It means I don't have to fuck around adjusting the seat so I can reach the pedals.
It takes me one try to park the car. I honestly don't get why it's so hard for some people.
Now were out on the street Kelly pulls her baseball cap lower, it's awfully cute but painfully obvious that she's trying to hide her identity. Most people don't wear sunglasses and hats at nighttime. She might as well have a flashing neon sign around her neck saying 'I'm a celebrity, come and stalk me!' Poor baby thinks that she's being so inconspicuous, I don't have the heart to tell her she's not fooling anyone.
We walk down the street to the tattoo parlour having to check ourselves everytime we go to hold hands or walk too close to each other, it kind of sucks, having to fight your natural instinct of touching the one you love.
We enter the store and are greeted by a big, burly man in his late thirties called Bruno. Bruno is suspiciously tattoo free. He asks if we had have a specific design in mind and when we say no he hands us each a large folder.
I start flicking through mine. A rose? Too tacky. A tiger? Too big. A bleeding heart with a dagger sticking out of it? Too trailer park trash. Then I find what I was looking for, it was perfect. I nudge Kelly who's sitting beside me and giggling to herself.
"What's so funny?"
She points to the logo on the page. I don't get it, it's just the Daredevil symbol. "You want that? Why?"
"Duh, Diana. DD?" Wow, yeah, that was a major blonde moment for me.
"Kelly, you can't get that one. You think that nobody is going to find it a little bit suspicious that you have my initials tattooed on your body?"
"But they're not your initials."
"Huh?" Maybe she's like dyslexic or something. That would explain a lot.
"They're a well know symbol that just happen to be the same letters as your initials. If I get asked about it I'll just say that I was a big fan of the movie."
"Kelly, nobody was a fan of that movie."
"Whatever. I'm totally going to get this. I showed you mine, now you show me yours." She grabs my folder from my hands. "That's so cool."
Okay, can we just go back to the part where Kelly wants to get my initials permanently inked into her skin for a second? Don't get me wrong it's totally fucking awesome that she wants to do that and yes it's also a major turn on. But it's also a pretty big commitment. I guess if it's what she really wants I'm not going to stop her. I just hope she doesn't expect me to get the KC logo in return, that one would be a little more difficult to explain away.
A brightly colored flyer on the wall catches my eye, how could it not it was bright pink! I leave Kelly to fawn over my choice of design to read it.
"Um, Kelly. Do you really think that we should be getting this done at a place that has a 'buy one tattoo get one piercing free' offer?" I say, waving the flyer I'd ripped off the wall in front of her face.
"Free piercing? You should totally get one!" Maybe she's right I have wanted to get my bellybutton done for a while now.
"Have you ladies made a decision?" Bruno asks, sticking his head through the curtain that covered the doorway.
I look at Kelly who nods. "Yeah."
"Great." Bruno comes out followed by a guy that you'd expect to see working in a tattoo parlour. He's covered with them. "This is Zeke." Zeke and Bruno, huh? Why don't people who work in cool jobs like this ever have normal names? Like John or Steve.
Kelly ends up going with Zeke so I'm stuck with Bruno.
"Why don't you have any tattoos?" I ask, sitting back in the chair and rolling up the right leg of my pants. I'm really glad I shaved my legs this morning.
"I'm afraid of needles."
"Oh." Great. I hope he's not a fainter, I don't want him passing out and leaving me with a big black squiggle on my foot.
Now I have a very high tolerance for pain and I'm not ashamed to say ow, this hurts so bad. I wonder how Kellbell is doing.
Then it's all done. Bruno wipes the blood and excess ink off and let's me have a look before covering it up with a bandage.
I just get through telling Bruno that I want to take advantage of their special offer when Kelly comes in.
"How's it going?" She asks, coming over and holding my hand.
"Good. Are you all done?"
She turns around and shows me the plaster across her lower back, just above her the top of her pants. "You got it there? Everyone will see."
"I want them too." She raises an eyebrow when Bruno swabs my bellybutton with antiseptic.
"I'm taking your advice."
"Ah." She flinches when Bruno pulls the skin at the top of my bellybutton up and gets ready to poke his little metal spiky thingy through. "I can't watch."
What a baby….ouch. Motherfucker. Bruno twists the spike around a few times then pulls it out and puts in the stainless steel ring I picked out. "You can look now." I tell Kelly who still has her eyes squeezed shut.
"Does it hurt?" Kelly asks when we're walking back to the car.
"A little. But it's a good hurt." Actually it stings like a bitch but I'm not going to tell her that. I really do kind of like it. My managers will probably have a collective heart attack when they find out but I figure I'm almost nineteen, it's about time I had my teenage rebellion.
TBC
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