Chapter 60 - Adventurous Ford.

Lance. 

''Come on,'' he grabs my hand and pulls me to the exit of the club. Eren and Jack are both on the dancefloor with different girls. They wouldn't mind if we escape for a bit. 

He hasn't had anything to drink but it feels like he is high. I don't know; maybe he is just happy that we are here together. The bouncer at the door watches us with a smile on his face. 

Once in the parking lot of the club we get to the car and he jumps on the bonnet of the car ''Join me,'' he urges me by waving his hands in the air frantically. 

I sit on his leg and he pulls me closer till his face is so close to my neck ''Thanks for dragging me out today,'' he breathes into my ear. 

I smile as I look at the night sky. I am glad he came out with me. I don't know how I would've been if he wasn't here. Times like yesterday make me appreciate him all the more. Like the fact that I wasn't with him for two days was miserable that I have grown to actually appreciate him when he is with me. 

''I am glad you came out with me too.''

He huffs out a loud breath as he plays with the curls on my head ''You know, I know you are confused by a lot that is happening.''

I look away from the sky and the beautiful stars to see his face clearly. His expression is serious. I know we are about to talk about what happened. 

''It's fine. You will talk to me when you are ready.''

He nods his fingers still in between the strands of my hair ''I don't want to lose you. I feel like I will lose you when you know everything,'' he concludes.

I shake my head immediately. The irony of his statement is that I will only be closer to him when he actually opens up to me. I am not going to leave him just because he has some issues. Everyone has issues, I will just have to find a way to accept him with all his issues. 

''I love you, nothing is going to change that,'' I assure him. 

He nods ''I know that. I have never doubted your love for me. Not even once.'' He tells me with a smile. 

The fact that we are a party but we chose to come out here and just talk, means everything to me. I would rather be at home, in bed with him than here right now. 

''I want you to know that you can trust me.''

He nods again. 

''When you are ready. I will be here.'' 

We sit on the car in silence for a couple of seconds and I take that as him actually not ready to talk about the things that are bothering him. the things that he thinks I wouldn't be able to accept, even though I have stuck by him through every single thing. 

''Let's get tattoos,'' he points with his index finger and for the first time, I notice the tattoo parlour on the other side of the road. 

The sign is a bright yellow hanging just above the building. I turn around again until I am facing Ford. There is a gleam in his eyes. He can't be serious right now. I am fucking terrified of needles; how can I get a tattoo?

He shifts away from me and jumps off the car ''Come on, it'll be fun. We can make it exciting.''

I roll my eyes but still grab his hands in mine and that helps me get off the car ''How do we make getting tattoos exciting?'' 

He shrugs ''Here is an idea, I choose yours and you choose what I get. We don't show each other until we are both done and it is complete.'' 

Now I know for a fact that he has lost his mind. Why would he trust me in choosing something permanent to stay on his skin for the rest of his life? What if he hates what I choose?

''You are not serious,'' I deter even though we are already heading to the direction of the shop. 

He stops walking and faces me, grinning from ear to ear. This is someone that was in bed sulking, now he wants to get a tattoo and he is all smiles and adventure. ''I am. We have to live for these moments. I promise I will choose something you will love,'' He winks, my heart melts. 

The door to the entrance is transparent and made of glass, which makes it easy to see the people inside. ''Tell me we can do this, come on,'' he pleads knowing full well that I don't have the strength to say no to him. 

His eyes bore into mine, that smile still plastered to his face as I release a sigh in defeat. ''Fuck yeah,'' he grins as we walk in through the front door. 

A man in a full beard looks up at us as we enter. His expression is stoic, totally not welcoming. His body is covered in tattoos, with piercings all over his face. I am already terrified and we haven't even started anything. Ford on the other hand still has that stupid grin on his face. I am glad that he is happy and all but isn't this taking it to the extreme?

''Come on,'' he pulls me deeper into the room.

I look around as he walks to a lady at the back of the counter. She smiles as he walks up to him. I block them out as I walk around the walls. Staring at all the designs on there. I don't even have to think twice. I already know what I want to put on him. Maybe he will get the bravery he needs to be who he is when he sees it. 

After a couple of minutes of looking around, he walks back to me ''Okay, I showed them my Fake ID. The lady agreed to do yours without seeing yours. Had to tip her a hefty one,'' he winks. 

He has been winking a lot. 

''You wanna go first?'' he asks.

I shake my head. ''I think you should go first. I need some liquid courage,'' He chuckles because as usual, I am being my overly dramatic self. 

''Okay, they have a minibar over there. Should I get something for you?'' 

I nod immediately. I don't think I can do this completely sober. I need to get drunk for this. ''I should show the guy a pic of what I want for yours. Where are you getting it?'' I ask him. 

He raises his hand up to his left wrist ''Right here, so it has to be very small.'' 

Oh, it can be small. 

Opening the safari app on my phone, I browse for pictures of what I want for him and smile when I finally find one accurate enough. Ford walks back to me with a small bottle of Ciroc vodka. He opens the cap and passes it to me ''You have to gulp it all,'' he tells me still smiling. 

I roll my eyes at how good he is at being a bad influence. Here I am drinking and getting a tattoo all in the same day. Maybe this is not so bad after all. I mean you only live once. What is the point of going through life without having any fun? I can say my life before Ford was pretty boring. Imagine going to a party just to play video games in an empty room.

I grab the bottle from him and gulp it all at once, ignoring the horrible sting it leaves in my throat. Ford laughs as I give him the bottle back. We walk to the man with the tattoo gun. 

''Hello, so I am going first,'' Ford explains even though the man is not interested in small talk ''He is going to choose what I get. I can't know until it is done.''

I giggle as the effects of the alcohol surface. I am already feeling a little tipsy ''Get on the chair,'' he speaks for the first time. His voice is deep, almost like he could care less. 

Ford nods and sits down on the slingback chair. ''I want it right here,'' he points to his wrist as he looks away. I show the man my phone and he smiles at me for the first time because of my picture. 

''Ford, he is smiling. Is it bad that he smiled when I showed him the picture?'' Ford looks at me and expresses shock from the man's face. 

''Oh… uh, I don't know. I trust you.'' He dismisses, facing away from us again. He is really serious about the whole not seeing it until it is done. I really don't know what has gotten to him. 

The artist chuckles ''Good choice.'' he tells me. 

I watch the man—Bill as he uses the gun on my boyfriend. Ford doesn't flinch as the needle pierces his skin. 

I hope he doesn't get pissed at my choice.