People throw rocks at beautiful things

camerons pov

george hopps in to the seat next to me in his car and drives off to the shop.
"how long will this take?" i ask "about 30 minutes" he replies
*at the shop*
the 'shop' is not what i expected.. a tattoo /pierceing shop "so your getting a tattoo?" i ask and he just chuckles "no, you are" he said and my jaw dropped "pull your jaw up you're going to catch flys" he says "pull your pants up you're going to catch whores" i mumble. thank god he didnt hear that! "YO ROBBIE MY MAN!" george says to a tall muscular man
"this lady is going to get a tattoo" george says "ok, go a head and pick" he hands george the book and 5 minutes lter he picks one "this one" george says (A/N the quote)
"ok" says the man i follow him to the chair and he starts the tattoo "it fucking hurts" i say "going home has a price" george smirks.

lous pov

why am i a disgrace you ask? well when i was 9 my mum took my and cammie to the park and while we were playing i fell and it made a big cut on my leg and my mum told me to watch cammie while she gets a bandaid and then once she left cammie started to panic and ran off trying to find mum but when i tryied to get up to stop her i passed out from the lack of blood and my mum hated me ever secnce..it wasnt my fault it was my mums for not takeing cammie with her...

Notes

awww louie
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