Daughter of Anarchy ON HOLD

“now i will be al alone when the tour starts” i said with a sad tone, i was truly happy that Ashley finally lives his dream, but i hated the being alone part when they left to tour. “we don’t even have classes together” CC said, trying to tear me up while he gave me a neem class of whiskey. “i know” CC wasn’t even in my year, but we always lunched together, and on the last tour he was always every night at my house. “why don’t you come with us” Ashley said, totally unexpected. it would be a lie if i said i didn't thought about that. “how about school”
“you can keep up online, i took care of that”
“you did what”
“and what about the arty part of my education?”
“you’re major is photography, photograph us”
i didn’t know what to say, it sounded amazing
“come with us on tour!” he almost screamed when it took me to long to answer him, and with the biggest smile ever i threw my arms around my older brother.
“you have vacation soon anyway” he said softly while he answered my hug.
“lets drink to that” i smiled while holding up my glass.

“i want outlaw, tattooed on my freaking belly!” Ashley screamed out in excitement while pointing to his belly to show me were he wanted me to tattoo the word.
it took us only 5 hours to get to that stage of drunk where you never now where your are, how you get there, and what the fack you’re doing. that stage where the word shame doesn't exists anymore and were everything looks like an amazing idea, for us that idea where tattoo’s. after searching for a tattoo studio for 5 hours, well it felt like 5 hours, it probably wasn't more than half an hour, Ashley came with this amazing idea, well at least it was amazing at that time, at this drunk everything you say is amazing state. “we have tattoo stuff at home, and we knew how to use it” he sated proudly. yes, when we were sober we knew that, we set pretty sick tattoo’s on each other, when sober. one of the first tattoo’s we got, we did on each other, it was a ring tattoo of each others birth days in roman numbers on our right ring vinger, as a reminder that we would always be loyal to each other, and never forgot or leave each other for some fuck.
and that is how we ended up here, in our apartment, ashley laying down on the dining table, and me ready to tattoo the word on his belly, as he requested. i didn’t even remember how to spell outlaw

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