Trouble Comes in Twos

1: TATTOO

AVA's POV.

I hate it here... I hate it here... I hate it here...

Those words keep repeating in my mind like a mantra.

This is one of those days that I truly disdain, where I need to be simply not me briefly and concur that viciousness can be an answer at times. in any case, it won't ever be!

However, this evening, I am simply frantic to the point that I need to grapple with my dearest friend and kick his shin for letting me be with an outsider?

I am never fond of fighting, and if I see the slightest hint that there could be a fight, I always turn my back and run away.

In any case, this evening may be an exception for me and my so-called best friend.

I am a good person! I don't deserve any of this!

I am never a party girl, I never was. I prefer staying at home, watching t****k or clips of animal videos, and helping with my parent's pastry shop.

But you see, I am stuck at a party with a stranger in front of me, mumbling about something that I am not interested in... and all of this happened because of my best friend.

Yes, my best friend, Din.

Din persuaded me 3 days prior, revealing to me his "ultimate crush" finally asked him out. Obviously, I was so glad to discover in light of the fact that he has been discussing that man for a very long time and they are now moving to a level! I'm glad for him, however, that isn't the issue here. The issue is that my supposed closest friend believed that it would be a smart thought for me to have a date too...

Along these lines, he asked his crush" Simon." to bring a companion so we could have a double date.

When Din told me about this, I immediately said no.

N.O

But Din didn't take no for an answer. He kept guilt-tripped me, saying I am always working and studying, and I never have time for him. He persuaded me for days until I finally agreed to this " Double Date."

Everything would be somewhat better if Din was here at the present moment, next to me, assisting me with an excursion with this man here before me, from what I review his name was "Alan." But instead, Din left with Simon 7 minutes ago and I am left with Alan here who continues yakking about himself, gloating about his accomplishments and his attractive features.

Well, he does look handsome, but I am more focused on looking around for my best friend in this crowded area, hoping to see him and know that he still cares about my well-being.

Yet, no, not an indication of Din. That's right, he ditched me for Simon. All I see here are individuals moving to the uproarious music for sure I call unadulterated clamor and drinking liquor that stinks.

This is the reason why I don't party in the first place, it rinks of alcohol and sweat mixing together.

"Hey, I have been talking about myself all night, I want to learn about you too." I snapped back in reality and turned my head to face Alan. We are in a booth, alone together and honestly it has been kind of awkward mainly for me, but I guess Alan loves socializing with people.

"Hey." oh. I didn't realize I wasn't responding.... oh gosh, this is awkward.

"Oh. uh. well..." I cleared my throat and screamed in my mind " just say something Ava." But no words would come out.

A few awkward seconds of silence passed before he finally spoke up, breaking the awkward silence.

"I am not looking for a serious relationship." He said and I sighed in relief. Finally, he and I have something in common. I mean, dating is not necessary for me now.

"Great, me too," I replied awkwardly. Finally, words ava.

Alan is a gorgeous person, tall, with dark hair and earthy colored eyes. However, sort of a person that I would not have any desire to be related with.? He wears black timberlands, leather jackets, smokes cigarettes and that is presumably the fourth time he requested liquor.

He looks like a walking red flag, I want to give him the benefit of the doubt and don't want to be too judgmental based on his looks but honestly, he just isn’t my type.

He's probably a good guy bu---

"So, you're only looking for a hook-up too?"

A hook-up what?!

I almost choke with my own saliva.

A hook-up?! What gives him the thought??? Did I dress up too revealing?... A hoodie and jeans, really?

I'm not even looking for a relationship, to begin with, why would I want to hook up?

"I'm sorry but I never implied that I am just here for my friend" I answered rapidly, need to brush that thought out about his brain.

"So, I just wasted my time?" He let out a moan in dissatisfaction, feigning exacerbation before he stood up from his seat and leaves.

" What an ass..." I muttered softly

He never gave me a good impression anyway. He too has wasted my time. Men are too complicated, sometimes when I understand them and get to be comfortable around them, they misinterpret my actions and find it romantic, when I am just being friendly in the first place.

Because of those misunderstandings, I figured.... maybe I should just stay away, I know people aren't the same, but it's better this way.

The romance was never my thing either...

Uh oh... let's not dig more into that topic.

I walked outside the booth and got down the stairs, trying to avoid all the people dancing around me. It's too loud for my liking, so, I went outside the bar to get some fresh air.

I fished my telephone out of my pocket and composed cruelly on the screen of my telephone. " Where are you, Din?!!!" I sent the message. I hung tight for his answer, yet he just read it and totally disregarded my message.

Abruptly, it scents of cigarette smoke making me hack. I turn upward behind me and two young men were smoking, ugh, I disdain those sticks. I glance around and saw a step towards the housetop, a bar with a roof? this is better.

I, at last, showed up at the top and saw not many individuals there. Finally, peace and quiet.

I plunked down the wooden seat as I take a gander at the night sky.

" I’m sorry! I promise I'll be right back!! Wait for me!"  Din has sent me. Maybe he does care about me after all.

" I'm at the rooftop... see you soon" I replied, letting out a sigh in relief before putting my phone back inside my pocket. 

Ding! 

" are you okay?" A voice abruptly showed up.

Who?

I turn my head around, I see a person wearing a hoodie and ripped jeans, giving me a bashful grin. I can't see his face a lot, it's excessively dull. 

"h-huh?"

" Oh, I'm sorry, you just seem upset..." He answered. He suddenly shook his head." Ugh. I'm sorry again. I'm too noisy, am I? I probably should just go--"

"Hey, wait--" I stopped him, for what reason did I do that?.

" Uh. I mean. it's okay, you're right, I'm upset, but I'll be fine." I gave him a slight smile before looking back at the night sky, hoping he will get the hint, that our conversation is over, but this dude literally sat down beside me!

"I hope you feel better ..." He said softly.

His voice is so gentle...

"What's your name?" He asked.

"You're a stranger, probably best if we don't ask personal questions, right?" I hope I didn't sound too rude.

"Oh. right, I understand." He chuckles forcefully.

"But I can give you a fake name though," I replied, trying to light up the mood. For some reason, I didn't want to upset him. He seemed more upset than I am.

He smiled brightly and nodded his head. " Then, I'm gonna give you one too."

" it's a deal then," I stated.

" Hi, I'm Lisa." I introduced myself with a fake name of course.

"I'm tattoo." He answered and I nearly snickered thinking he was kidding, yet he sounded excessively genuine, so I just murmured accordingly.

"I'm tattoo, I can sing, I play guitar and I have straight as grades." He said playfully and I nearly needed to be awkward in light of the fact that he was an outsider however up until now, I am appreciating his conversation more than Alan, and I was with Alan longer.

"Ahhh, I'm guessing you're the favorite child," I replied, going along with this total stranger.

"You guessed it right!" He laughs tenderly, I noticed how he keeps on playing with his hands, but I just shook my head, looking back at the night sky instead, he might get uncomfortable if I stare too much. 

Wow. why am I so considerate with a stranger? 

Tattoo let out a sigh before he takes a gander at me, the evening glow strikes all over, and I could at long last see his face unmistakably.

It is safe to say that he is an icon? For what reason does he appear as though he just came out from a TV?!

My considerations were out of nowhere hindered when he talked.

" don't worry, I'm totally safe... I am just here to get some fresh air. I was suffocated down there..." I almost got lost with eye-smile. Why does he look so familiar?

I'm truly idiotic, I feel great around a stranger. Might as well just get captured for trusting excessively. My head may detonate for deduction plenty of things simultaneously. I should simply stand up and tell him that my friend is here as an excuse to run away, or simply kick his face and leap out of here.... yet, rather than doing that load of moronic things, I tracked down his relieving voice encouraging.

Furthermore, very much like him, I feel suffocated as well. Along these lines, I answered. "Me as well."

"You don't like to party too, huh." I figured beginning another topic would be acceptable, since we are both exhausted and there are individuals here, in the event that he is a miscreant, I can generally shout for help or push him out of this roof. I likewise guaranteed myself that I won't go anyplace with this person.

"Yeah, partying is not my thing... I prefer staying at home."

" Same, it's too loud, and it's rinks of alcohol," I told him and he hummed in agreement.

" Why are you here? If you don't like parties.

" I was dragged into it. couldn't say no." I respond. " How about you?" I added to ask.

" Here to support my brother."

" Support? Of what? Partying?"  I laughed.

"No, he's a singer. he will sing later."

oh...

" I'm sorry. I thought--"

" it's okay, don't worry about it," he said with a reassuring voice.

"I can't believe I'm talking to a stranger" I stated and he chuckles shaking his head. " I'm tattoo," he said playfully. He really looks so familiar though, Is he an idol or something?.

"Have we met before?" I asked out of curiosity.

"What makes you say that?" Tattoo asked.

"Well, you seem familiar..." I answered honestly.

"Maybe it's my brother, he's kinda famous"

"Ah right, maybe"

Unexpectedly the cold wind hit my body and I quickly embraced myself. I'm as of now wearing a hoodie for the love of God, yet I'm still cold?!.

"Are you cold?" asked Tattoo. " definitely, however it's fine..." I guaranteed him. He didn't appear to be persuaded so he took the varsity coat directly close to him.

"Here" He set the jacket on my lap. "No! I'm truly oka- - " words halted when I saw the name printed out on the rear of the jacket. "TATTOO" was composed there.

"Your name is really Tattoo?!" I asked surprised...

he laughs gently and shakes his head. " Just wear it"

"but - "

"I'm not much of a stranger now.." he began and took the coat and put it around me..

"Thank you." I modestly say.

following a few minutes of conversing with Tattoo about our Spotify playlist, Din at long last sent me a message of him being now ground floor, hanging tight for me.

"I gotta go" I declared as I took the jacket off me and gave it to him. He shakes his head and my temples wrinkled. "It's your jacket, Tattoo," I expressed the self-evident and he shook his head once more.

"You can offer it to me next time when we see one another." He said serenely.

See one another? How might that occur?

"I'm not returning here," I advised him and he just grinned.

"Perhaps no, however, it's cold, so take it. " I murmured in disappointment, this discussion won't ever end will it if I don't take this jacket with me.

"Fine..." I sighed in defeat.

"Take care," He said as he waves farewell.

"Bye" I wave back prior to turning my head back and begin strolling, in any case, I wanted to look back at him, and I did, I see him grinning pleasantly making me frown as my heart begins to pulsate quicker, I promptly shake my head and run to the ground floor.

I at long last saw Din, he embraced me firmly and apologized. "It's alright," I said. For the rest of the vehicle ride, Din continues to discuss how his date went, I attempted to be intrigued, however, my brain continued pondering how could I give Tattoo back his jacket.

Would it be a good idea for me to see him again just for a jacket?.