The day the world ended, chapter 2

Blue's POV

I shuffled nervously outside of the tattoo parlor. I sighed once. Twice. Three times. Okay, okay, it was more the breathing of a panic attack, but this wasn't one, and I'd know. I can't believe Syd was the first of us to get a tattoo. We had agreed to get one all at the same time, the band and us, but I suppose that she just loves her brother so much. She loves him to death, she does. He was her inspiration, and if he was never brought into her life... she wouldn't have made it the time-- I'm not getting into that now. Let's just say, train plus car equals screwed up weekend, that's for sure. I would know as well, I was there.

She came out of the parlor, humming happily, just as the hums of the many needles going off in the shop behind me. She had a big patch over her arm where it was done.

"And?" I asked eagerly. Syd smiled triumphantly.

"Brilliant!" she squealed. "He is sheer brilliance!"

"Who, Paul?"

"No! Not the tattoo artist! my brother. Bacon, you should know better."

"Hey! You haven't called me Bacon since you and," I sang this part, "Vinnie got together!"

"I'm just happy, okay?" I jumped in circles around her.

"LOOOOOVE!!! L IS FOR THE WAY YOU LOOOOOOK AT MEEEE! O IS FOR THE PNLY OOOOONE I SEEEE! V, IS VERY VERY, EXTRAOOORDINARY, E--" I couldn't finish my lovely opera, for I was shoved into the nearby bench. "Ow, geez, I was only kiddin'..." I pulled at my blue strands.

"So?" Syd asked seriously, harshly. Then she burst out in laughter. "Yeah..."

"Should I get my color done again? I'm thinking... pear."

"Um, no. How about kiwi?"

"No, maybe... blueberry."

"It already is!"

"I soooo knew that, I was testing you... and that means I don't have to get them redon-- OOOHHH!! ICE CREAM!!" By now, we were halfway down the block and the ice cream van was slowly making its sluggish way down the street. "I WANNA CHUNKY MONKEY!!!" I wailed. But I didn't have monkey. Syd sighed and gave me the two dollars, and I happily ran to the van.

"I want that one!" a little kid said as he pointed to a Bubblegum Blast. I pushed him out of the way.

"ONE CHUNKY PLEASE!" I screamed. The man scowled at me and thrust it into my hands. The little boy's mommy punched me in the jaw. "You BITCH!" I yelled.

"YOU ARE TOO! My son was there first!"

"Hold this," I said to Syd, handing her my Chunky Monkey. She did, "So I can punch her out!"

After winning the ten minute long fight, I was happily licking my ice cream as we ran the opposite way of the cop car.

"You're in BIG trouble!" Syd whispered harshly, she was out of breath, we had been running for over five miles.

"I wanted my ice cream..." Sooner or later we were caught, and I was thrown in jail, leaving an angry Syd to bail me out.

An hour later

"I said I was sorry, Syd!"

"No," she repeated. That's all she'd been saying for that past hour.

"Please!"

"No."

"Syd?"

"NO!" Oh boy...