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Almost Easy

Chapter Fifty-Five: TB

We were officially half way through the tour. I’d marked the occasion in a tattoo parlor that had decent enough reviews. Jimmy had tagged along, as he’d promised to do. I asked for their best artist; I was pretty accustomed to my one stagnant tattoo guy but since he was on the other side of the country, I was going to take what I could get.
I didn’t need anyone particularly talented but something didn’t feel right about taking the first person I saw.
“I know you!” the apparently-best artist said when he laid eyes on me. “You’re Blair Peterson!”
I nodded.
“What can I do for you, Blair Peterson?” he asked excitedly.
“Do you have any time right now?” I asked. “I’m looking to get something small. Super small.”
“For you? I’ll fucking cancel my day,” he laughed. “Come on back!”
“Jimmy!” I grunted, gaining the attention of my friend who’d been tucked into the corner perusing the portfolios.
He jogged to catch up with me as we headed into a room in the back.
The guy’s eyes lit up when he caught sight of Jimmy.
“You’re the Rev!” he exclaimed.
Jimmy grinned from ear to ear, “You caught me.”
“This is probably the coolest day of my life,” the man gushed excitedly. “I have tickets to your show tonight! My wife is really looking forward to it; she just loves you, Blair Peterson.”
The more he used my full name, the less it sounded like a name at all.
“Awesome,” I smiled.
“Anyway,” he laughed nervously, “What’re we doing?”
“I just want some initials,” I shrugged. “I’m willing to pay the whole hour, obviously.”
“It’s on the house,” he smiled warmly. “It’s an honor.”
He set up his little station and shaved down a tiny spot on my wrist—one of the few places on my arm that wasn’t already occupied with creatures and characters.
The tattoo took a whole three minutes but when he was done, I was content. A tiny little TB carved into my skin forever. I felt almost healed.
“That’s for your friend, right?” the artist asked sadly. “Tyler?”
I nodded, biting at my lip, “Yep.”
“Fucking shame,” he frowned. “He was crazy talented. Loved his stuff on your album.”
“He was,” I agreed happily.
“Anything else I can do for you?” he asked, then looking to Jimmy, “Or for you?”
“Not today,” Jimmy shrugged.
“You obviously have been inked before so I don’t think you need the whole speech about aftercare,” the guy said to me.
I shook my head.
“Great,” he chuckled. “It was awesome to meet you both.”
Jimmy and I headed for the exit. But I stopped myself, starting to feel more and more like the Blair I’d always known.
“Hey,” I said, startling the guy who’d just tattooed me. “What’s your name?”
“Scott,” he told me.
“Scott what?” I asked with a friendly smile.
“Harrison.”
“Scott Harrison,” I repeated, making a mental note. “What’s your wife’s name?”
“Belle.”
“That’s adorable,” I giggled. “I’m going to put you on the list for the show tonight. So, after the show, come back and hang with us.”
“Seriously?” he choked.
I nodded, “Seriously! We’ll see you later.”
And then we left. I was feeling pretty good; I’d known a Tyler tattoo would help to start filling in the void he’d left in my life.
“You’re nice,” Jimmy said teasingly.
We returned to the venue feeling accomplished—I was anyway, Jimmy was bored. Jimmy was always bored. He disappeared into the bus, I stayed back to smoke for a while. The air was warm and I was happy to be outdoors.
“Hi, pretty girl,” Brian smiled at me, hopping out of the bus.
My heart lit up, “Hello there.”
“Jim says you invited the tattoo guy and his wife backstage tonight,” he smirked. “Feeling cutesy are we?”
I sighed but it was a happy sigh, “I guess so. I’m feeling…like myself.”
He wrapped his arms around me and planted gentle kisses on my neck, “I’m glad.”
“Hey,” I said quietly, pulling away from Brian so I could look at him, “Have I mentioned lately that I love you?”
“You have,” he nodded smugly.
“Thanks for being,” I paused, “You.”
“Don’t be so corny, Peterson,” he scoffed, pulling away from me and taking my cigarette with him.
“First of all, don’t call me that,” I warned, pulling a new cigarette from my pack. “Second of all, I mean it. You’re a fucking godsend. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
He looked at me quickly and then away, “I thought you said you don’t need me.”
As always, my venomous words had come back to haunt me. I’d said tons of shit to Brian that I hadn’t meant. Not that he was particularly innocent of that crime either. I still felt like shit about it.
“Well I was wrong,” I said sternly. “I need you.”
“I know,” he grinned cockily.
“Excited for the guys to join us again?” I asked, taking a long haul of my smoke.
He nodded, “It’s always a good time when they’re around.”
We had another large venue coming up and Avenged was set to meet us there in two days. I still hadn’t totally come to terms with the favor they were doing for us but it didn’t change my level of gratitude. Plus, it made Brian happy which I loved—it also made him sweaty, playing two sets, which I also loved. Sweaty Brian was a sexy Brian.
“Jimmy is excited,” I replied.
Brian smiled, “Jimmy is always excited.”
“True.”
“Let me see it,” Brian said then.
I furrowed my brows, “See what?”
“Your tattoo, Blair,” he half-groaned.
“I thought maybe you’d like to see my ass,” I giggled.
He neared me, intoxicating me with his scent. Who needs drugs when you’ve got Brian?
“I always want to see your ass,” he growled lowly into my ear.
I grew hot right away.
But then he pulled at my arm to inspect it. I’d told him exactly where I wanted to put it.
“It’s tiny!” he remarked.
I half-smiled, “It’s as big as it needs to be.”
“But…” he hesitated, laughing a little, “It’s so small.”
“I don’t need his name tattooed across my chest,” I retorted lightly. “This is perfect. It’s exactly what I wanted.”
“If you’re happy,” he smiled, nearing my lips, “I’m happy.”
I kissed him hungrily, as if I could fix everything that had happened between us with my affection. I’d certainly been trying. It had been better; with every minute that passed, I was sure Brian’s resentment was slowly starting to fade. He’d started to believe I was healing.
I also hadn’t touched a drug or a drop of alcohol, this was the biggest thing for him. He’d basically given me an ultimatum the day I was released from the hospital.
“It’s drugs or it’s me,” he’d said, his feet planted in the ground sternly. “You have to decide which one makes you feel better.”
It was no contest. Besides the whole almost dying thing; Brian was an infinite high that I hoped I never came down from. I’d decided to stop retreating into myself and to start moving into him. Things had never been better.

Notes

A little filler chapter for now. Foreshadowing can be sad, don't you think?

xx

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RamonaFoREVer RamonaFoREVer
6/18/19

@LostinDreams77
Oh!!! I'm so glad!!! <33

fyction fyction
5/13/19

Only on chapter 6 but I bloody love it already lol

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5/13/19

@kiss my sas
Omg!!! Lol

fyction fyction
3/27/19

Ok, time for a re read on this one now :D
Baby Blair, come at me!!!

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3/27/19