As much as I wanted to lie in bed like how I had done the day before, I knew I couldn’t; I had to figure out what Riley wanted with me and do a few other things.

Jimmy was nowhere in sight when I woke up, a quick glance at the clock told me it was half past eight, way earlier than the time I had woken up yesterday. I rummaged through the pile of clothes on the floor as I refused for Jimmy to pick them up and clean them, and I needed a new wardrobe anyways. I dressed into a long sleeve white and tie-dyed black shirt. It was itchy, but I knew I could deal with it. A regular pair of jeans fit just right.

Now, onto the lovely day that awaits me… I thought, rolling my eyes at my own sarcasm.

I took the stairs two at a time, the smell of coffee infiltrated my nostrils; I never liked drinking coffee but the smell was pleasant. Jimmy was leaning up against the bar; he was into the newspaper or some book, oblivious to me walking in.

I began to walk on my tip-toes, and grabbed him by his sides. “Whoa!” Jimmy yelled, grabbing my wrists and turning around. A grin split my face and I began to giggle like a little school-girl. “Holy shit Evan, you scared me.” Jimmy told me as I stuck my bottom lip out in a poor attempt to give him the puppy-dog eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were gonna react like that.” I mumbled in reply.

“It’s all good.” He smiled gently making me smile too as I rested my head on his chest. He was shirtless; I let my fingers trace the “FICTION” tattoo.

“When did you get this tattoo?” I asked, looking up at his crystal blue eyes, he shrugged.

“It’s been a while.” He answered as I nodded and hopped onto the bar, letting my legs dangle.

“Who did ‘em?” I questioned curiously.

“Pff… Don’t get me to lying. Why, you want one?” He asked raising one of his eyebrows as he took another sip of coffee.

I nodded, “I need a change, or something like that. Something new, like a piercing, or a tattoo. Just something to prove to myself that I’m a new person and the past isn’t coming back to bite me in the ass.” I explained as Jimmy nodded, chewing on his bottom lip.

“Well, what do you want? Do you have any idea of what you might want? Think about it for a minute Evan, it’s on your body forever well unless you get it removed, but I wouldn’t let you do that.” Jimmy grinned as I laughed. I shook my head, another painful cramp came on. I bit my bottom lip and twisted my face in pain. This shit was sucking majorly. “You alright?” Jimmy asked, I nodded and closed my eyes.

“Got any Advil or something like that? Y’know? A painkiller?” I asked, with my eyes still closed, I didn’t open them to see Jimmy nod or shake his head.

I felt the bottle of painkillers hit my side; it was then when I opened my eyes and reached across the bar to where the bottle had slid to pick it up. Two round white tablets of aspirin fell into my hand. I let my head fall back as the pills hit the back of my throat. I swallowed them quickly, feeling the pills stick to my throat.

“Ugh, I’ve always hated taking medicine.” I groaned, shaking my head as I sat the bottle of aspirin beside me. “But, to answer your question: yes, I have thought about what I want on my body.” I told him, sparking his interest again.

“Oh really now? Well, what do you want Miss Noel?” Jimmy asked as I smiled as the country accent he had put on.

“I want ‘Born to Quit’ on my lower back, like a tramp stamp I guess.” Jimmy was drinking coffee when I said ‘tramp stamp’. Next thing I knew, he was spitting it out, trying his hardest not to laugh.

“A tramp stamp? Really Evan?” He said, a grin splitting his face.

I shot up my middle finger, “Fuck you.” I smirk before putting on an innocent-like smile.

“When, where and what time sweet-cheeks?” He asked.

“Now, in your bedroom and right here at this second.” I answered. Jimmy took a step forward towards me; I raised my eyebrow, his arms interlocked behind my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs slowly wrapping around his torso. “What are you doing Sullivan?” I asked.

He had a shit-eating grin on his face. “You wait and see Noel.”