Inked Memories (Dedicated to Ri), chapter 6
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"Hah! That tickles!"
"Of all the people having a car tattooed onto their chest, YOU would be the only one that is ticklish," I joked.
I couldn't believe it. I was sitting, facing this sex god, him topless, feeling his chest (...well, leaning on it anyway) while inking his tattoo.
"Well I'm not like your average guy," the Sex God replied, throwing another knee-weakening wink. I switched off the needle.
"You're not like other guys though, are you?" I replied, attempting to put on my hottest smile. "You are a fucking rock star, and even though you are recognised from a mile away by any die-hard fan, you haven't let any of the fame get to your head. You are probably the sweetest guy I've ever met!" I turned to look over my shoulder and saw Tim standing behind me. "Of course, the sweetest guy, after Tim here," I laughed nervously and tapped Tim's arm.
"Get back to work, slave," Tim joked, and walked past us both. As he passed Billie, he gave a quick wink and mouthed something. Billie just lightly laughed and stared at me for a while. Realising he was still staring at me a minute later; he quickly turned his head away and blushed.
I smiled at this, and got back to work as I was told. I asked Billie a few questions, only things like what he was going to do over the weekend and such, nothing important- or too personal...after all, I didn't want him to think I was some crazy fanatic that was prepared to gag, kidnap and rape him and keep him in my closet, feeding him scraps until the FBI come.
Two hours later, the car that I had now engraved into Billie's soft, bare chest was complete, it looked a bit sore, but never-the-less stunningly beautiful. Billie stared in the mirror. I couldn't help but think I had seen this scene before...a few months back...sometime when I got my Japanese tattoo done... Was it deja vu--or perhaps destiny?
"I LOVE IT!" he exclaimed, fascinated by the curves of the bonnet and the glow in the headlights.
"I'm very glad you do! It was amazing to draw something so beautiful and challenging on new skin." I replied enthusiastically.
Tim leant down to nipple-level (from my point of view anyway!) and peered at Billie's ink.
"That's the best I've seen you do so far, and all your stuff is great work! I think I'll take a photo of it too stick on the wall, just to show off your great talents... and Billie's sore nipple, ha, ha, ha!" Tim chuckled and wandered off once again, humming the Bohemian Rhapsody - in his own little world.
"Well," said Billie, pulling on his t-shirt. "I owe you for that!" He then placed a $50 bill in my hand and gently closed my grip on it. He gave me another wink, and walked out the door and pulled the collar on his coat up, to hide his identity.
I was thrilled. I screamed my lungs out, ran towards Tim and gave him a huge slobbery kiss on his cheek and hug.
"Woah there! What's got your horse galloping?"
I just stopped and gave Tim a look which said, 'You complete fucking idiot'.
"What do you think I'm excited about???" I shrieked.
"He's only Billie..." Tim began, but I cut him off.
"Only? ONLY?? He is a fuckin' rock-star Tim, WAKE UP!!!"
"I am awake," he replied. "It's just when he's your cousin, you see him all the time. You kind of get used to it."
"Yeah, but you still gotta realise how lucky you are. I mean after all, how many people in the world are related to Billie Joe Armstrong?"
"Practically everyone you know. Everyone is related to everyone in some weird way...we are all inbred."
I laughed at this, "Okay, whatever, I'm gonna go till this cash in."
"No," Tim said, and he looked at me deeply. "You earned that, you've worked very hard since you've started. Go buy something nice."
"Really? You mean it? Wow! Thanks Tim! Oh hey, I finish now anyway, so I guess I'll see you Monday then, right?"
"Yeah, sure, see you then babes." Just before I went, I turned back and gave Tim another hug and kiss to show my gratitude. I then ran out of the store and all the way back to my grubby little flat.
That night, just before I went to bed, I decided to go and place the $50 in my tin that I used as a money box. I reached into my jeans pocket and felt my hand close around the crumpled bill. I unfolded the worn paper and as I did, another small piece of paper fell out. I looked closely at the note. It was a cell phone number...
Wait. What's a cell phone number doing in my pocket? I haven't taken anyone's number today, or met anyone new, apart from...
Shit. Was this really true? Did Billie Joe REALLY give me HIS cell phone number???
Only one way too find out...
I grabbed my crappy old mobile off the top of the TV and carefully typed in the number...I pressed 'call'...someone answered.
"Hi, who's there?"
The voice was just too obvious. I knew the sound of that voice from a mile away.
"B... bye," I stammered, and hung up. I fell back on my bed, still clutching the little white piece of paper that had just opened all the gates that had been barricading me. I held the small note so close to my heart that I could feel warm, tingling sensations all over my body - especially in my shoulder. Now my life really was beginning.
"Of all the people having a car tattooed onto their chest, YOU would be the only one that is ticklish," I joked.
I couldn't believe it. I was sitting, facing this sex god, him topless, feeling his chest (...well, leaning on it anyway) while inking his tattoo.
"Well I'm not like your average guy," the Sex God replied, throwing another knee-weakening wink. I switched off the needle.
"You're not like other guys though, are you?" I replied, attempting to put on my hottest smile. "You are a fucking rock star, and even though you are recognised from a mile away by any die-hard fan, you haven't let any of the fame get to your head. You are probably the sweetest guy I've ever met!" I turned to look over my shoulder and saw Tim standing behind me. "Of course, the sweetest guy, after Tim here," I laughed nervously and tapped Tim's arm.
"Get back to work, slave," Tim joked, and walked past us both. As he passed Billie, he gave a quick wink and mouthed something. Billie just lightly laughed and stared at me for a while. Realising he was still staring at me a minute later; he quickly turned his head away and blushed.
I smiled at this, and got back to work as I was told. I asked Billie a few questions, only things like what he was going to do over the weekend and such, nothing important- or too personal...after all, I didn't want him to think I was some crazy fanatic that was prepared to gag, kidnap and rape him and keep him in my closet, feeding him scraps until the FBI come.
Two hours later, the car that I had now engraved into Billie's soft, bare chest was complete, it looked a bit sore, but never-the-less stunningly beautiful. Billie stared in the mirror. I couldn't help but think I had seen this scene before...a few months back...sometime when I got my Japanese tattoo done... Was it deja vu--or perhaps destiny?
"I LOVE IT!" he exclaimed, fascinated by the curves of the bonnet and the glow in the headlights.
"I'm very glad you do! It was amazing to draw something so beautiful and challenging on new skin." I replied enthusiastically.
Tim leant down to nipple-level (from my point of view anyway!) and peered at Billie's ink.
"That's the best I've seen you do so far, and all your stuff is great work! I think I'll take a photo of it too stick on the wall, just to show off your great talents... and Billie's sore nipple, ha, ha, ha!" Tim chuckled and wandered off once again, humming the Bohemian Rhapsody - in his own little world.
"Well," said Billie, pulling on his t-shirt. "I owe you for that!" He then placed a $50 bill in my hand and gently closed my grip on it. He gave me another wink, and walked out the door and pulled the collar on his coat up, to hide his identity.
I was thrilled. I screamed my lungs out, ran towards Tim and gave him a huge slobbery kiss on his cheek and hug.
"Woah there! What's got your horse galloping?"
I just stopped and gave Tim a look which said, 'You complete fucking idiot'.
"What do you think I'm excited about???" I shrieked.
"He's only Billie..." Tim began, but I cut him off.
"Only? ONLY?? He is a fuckin' rock-star Tim, WAKE UP!!!"
"I am awake," he replied. "It's just when he's your cousin, you see him all the time. You kind of get used to it."
"Yeah, but you still gotta realise how lucky you are. I mean after all, how many people in the world are related to Billie Joe Armstrong?"
"Practically everyone you know. Everyone is related to everyone in some weird way...we are all inbred."
I laughed at this, "Okay, whatever, I'm gonna go till this cash in."
"No," Tim said, and he looked at me deeply. "You earned that, you've worked very hard since you've started. Go buy something nice."
"Really? You mean it? Wow! Thanks Tim! Oh hey, I finish now anyway, so I guess I'll see you Monday then, right?"
"Yeah, sure, see you then babes." Just before I went, I turned back and gave Tim another hug and kiss to show my gratitude. I then ran out of the store and all the way back to my grubby little flat.
That night, just before I went to bed, I decided to go and place the $50 in my tin that I used as a money box. I reached into my jeans pocket and felt my hand close around the crumpled bill. I unfolded the worn paper and as I did, another small piece of paper fell out. I looked closely at the note. It was a cell phone number...
Wait. What's a cell phone number doing in my pocket? I haven't taken anyone's number today, or met anyone new, apart from...
Shit. Was this really true? Did Billie Joe REALLY give me HIS cell phone number???
Only one way too find out...
I grabbed my crappy old mobile off the top of the TV and carefully typed in the number...I pressed 'call'...someone answered.
"Hi, who's there?"
The voice was just too obvious. I knew the sound of that voice from a mile away.
"B... bye," I stammered, and hung up. I fell back on my bed, still clutching the little white piece of paper that had just opened all the gates that had been barricading me. I held the small note so close to my heart that I could feel warm, tingling sensations all over my body - especially in my shoulder. Now my life really was beginning.
