Everything seemed like a blur for the last couple of days. The guys were doing great in the shop, bringing in more money then me and Jacob could have ever dreamed up. They were rather talented. Kevin had his own little gathering, as much as the other three did as well. Timmy though, seemed off in his own little world when he wasn't on the clock. Which worried me. If I was going to have him working in my shop, I needed to get down to the bottom as to why his mind took flight after every session.

I watched as he cleaned up another freshly done tattoo, getting praise about his handywork, but his face held more than just your normal happiness and gratitude. Furrowing my brows, I waited till the little blond walked out so she could pay, that's when I decided to take action and talk to him.

"Hey, Tim..You got a second?" I asked as I knocked on the wooden door frame of his section of the tattoo parlor
He looked up, adjusting his thin rimmed glasses before nodding his head, "Yeah.." He murmured, turning around to clean up his mess.
"Listen, I'm not one to mess in other peoples business and personal affairs, but I can't shake this feeling that something's wrong..Is..Is there something wrong, Tim?" I asked as I took a seat in his tattooing chair, drawing my knees up to my chest.
He looked at me again, only his face held one emotion I could easily pick up on; pain or some sort of loss. "You could say that." He whispered, running his hand through his inky, black hair.
I frowned, "Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked, chewing on my bottom lip, my lip piercing clicking against my teeth.
He let out a soft breath before leaning forward, resting his forearms against his knees, "You're something else, Meadow. I often found myself looking at you and wondering if you would catch on to anything..." He said, making me look at him in pure confusion.
"I don't-"
"I know you can see him, Meadow. I know that he's with you. I know about the whole disguise thing that he puts on so he doesn't wind up in the news when he was alive." He said, cutting me off.
It donned on me then. He could see Jimmy just as much as I could. I unravelled my legs from my chest, leaning forward as well, "What does that have to do with anything?" I asked, my eyes boring into his.
"I lost my brother, Mitch, to a motorcycle accident. I thought I would be able to see him like you see Jimmy, but..I can't." He said, his voice cracking.
"You..You have the same gift?" I asked, lacing my fingers together as I listened to him.
He just simply nodded his head, sitting up right, "Yeah. Much like you, I used to help people."
"But how did you know that I could?" I asked, my curiosity rearing its ugly head.
"It's your aura..I can sense it, that and I have my dreams, most of them with you in it. That's why we came here for jobs. I knew you lost so much, but I also knew how you also helped. I was hoping you could help me in my time of need just like you helped the guys with Jimmy..." He said, swallowing visibly as he sat there.
"What was your brothers name again?" I asked, feeling that overwhelming need to help him.
He drew in another short breath, his eyes brimming with fresh tears, "Mitch Lucker.." He whispered, his face grimacing at the name of his lost brother.

I felt my shoulders slump. That name rang a bell, a very loud bell. Much like Avenged Sevenfold, Suicide Silence was another one of my favorite bands. I couldn't tell him 'no,' that wouldn't sit right with me. Not after all I've done for Jimmy and the guys. If it meant helping a friend and fellow tattoo artist, you're damn right I would bend over backwards to help him get his closure.

Notes

Filler chapter is filler. I had been wracking my brain on what to do so I chose to go this route. I hope you guys like this one. It's something to spice shit up.