“See! That’s something. Why don’t you do something with that?”
“I’m not good at it.” I shrug. “Plus, it’s not like my parents would pay for art school. They want me to have a useful degree.”
“What do they consider useful?”
“Honestly, something that looks good on paper. I don’t think they expect me to have a career.”
“What’s the plan for you after college then? Marry that dick and pop out a few kids? Be some wine drunk housewife?”
“Pretty much. That’s what they expect of me.”
“Fuck that,” he says. “You should do what you want to do, Prue. You don’t owe them anything. What do you want to do with your life?”
“Not be the golden child anymore,” I say softly. “I want to do something stupid and not have to worry about what people will say or how much it will disappoint my parents.”
“Okay. We can work with that. What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’m open to suggestions.”
“I think a sex tape could be a good start.” He smirks, and I roll my eyes. “No? Hmm. What about nipple piercings?”
“Sounds painful. Plus, I could easily hide those.”
“Not if you made a sex tape after.”
“I’m not making a sex tape.” I laugh.
“It was worth a try.” He laughs.
“A tattoo,” I say, grinning at him. “I could get a tattoo.”
“Oh right. Tattoos are frowned upon by some people. I tend to forget that.” He glances down at his body. Even as it is covered in a jacket, a few peek out on his wrists and neck.
“Does it hurt?”
“Depends on who you ask.” He shrugs. “I find it very relaxing, but I know others who hate the feeling.”
“Do you regret any of yours?”
“Most, but at the same time, not really. They all meant something to me in the moment. They each come with a memory I rather have than not.”
I nod.
“Prue. Do you want to get a tattoo tonight? I know a guy who owes me a favor. One text and it’s done.”
“No.” I shake my head. My parents would be mortified if I came back with a tattoo. While being rebellious is the reasoning behind the idea, I can’t risk getting on their bad side any more than I will be when I demand to not marry Charles. “I’m not trying to end up with an infection.”
“He is legit. Has a shop a few blocks from the restaurant.”
“I can’t get a tattoo. That’s Cameron’s thing. My parents would freak out if they knew I got one too.”
“Is that not the point?” he asks, as the car comes to a stop.
“No.” I sigh.
He slides out of the car, offering his hand out to me. I take it, letting him help me out of the car. Pulling me close for a moment, his ocean eyes sparkle with a glint of desire. My heart skips a beat, as time seems to freeze for a moment.
His lips tug up into a smile. My head bends forward just slightly, desperate to feel his soft lips against mine again.
