I cringe as I see someone posted about my birthday on their story. I barely even tell people my birthday unless the person is a doctor and my real friends know not to say shit about my birthday or post about it. It's just not a big deal to me and I'd rather people not talk to much about it.
I put down my phone and walk into the kitchen and start making my breakfast.
"Happy birthday," Jahseh says as he hugs me from behind.
"Thank you," I say turning around and wrapping my arms around him.
"What are you gonna do for your birthday?" He asks.
"Nothing, like always," I say.
"But you're 18 now," he says.
"And? I'm still me, doesn't change anything," I say shrugging.
"We're gonna do something for your birthday, I don't care if you want to or not," he says shrugging.
"I hate you," I playfully say.
"Nah, I'm pretty sure you love me," He says.
"So what are you gonna make me do today," I ask fake glaring.
"Um... I don't know, maybe just invite a few people over to celebrate," He responds.
"Like who, I basically have no friends," I respond laughing.
"Well you have...you're right you are lonely," he teases.
"Jah!" I say and playfully slap his chest.
"I'm just playing, you have Stass, August, Bryant, and Kiara, and a bunch of other people who's names I've forgot," he says laughing.
"Fine, but only a few people," I say giving in.
"Okay imma go tell some people about the party," he says while walking away.
"NOT A PARTY, TOO MANY PEOPLE," I yell after him.
I look at my ringing phone and see the name "August🤪💍" on the screen.
"Hey hoe," I say.
"Happy birthday babe!" She yells through the phone.
"Awe thanks but now my birthday wish has to be for my hearing back because of how loud you just fucking yelled," I say laughing.
"Sorry, I'm just excited that you're finally eight- fucking- teen!" She says squealing.
"Are you tryna talk to me or the dolphins right now cause only one of us can hear you and I'll give you a hint, it's not me," I say and giggle a tiny bit.
"Hey now that you're old enough we need to get the tattoo we were talking about," she says.
"Hell yea," I say.
"Now that you've agreed you gotta come now cause I kinda already got us an appointment to get the tattoo," she says.
"Wow, what would you do if I said no?" I ask.
"Bother you until you say yes," she says like a question.
I giggle and tell her I'll see her in a few and hang up the phone.
"Jah I'm leaving!" I yell.
"Where?" He asks.
"To get a tattoo," I say nonchalantly.
All of a sudden he comes running out of his room.
"What?" He asks.
"I'm going to get a tattoo with August," I say.
"Nope, sorry," he says.
"Fuck you mean 'nope, sorry?'" I ask.
"You're not getting a tattoo," he says.
"Um, you wanna try again or are you gonna try and act like you're my father?" I ask confused on who he thinks he talking too.
"You're 17 still, you don't turn 18 until 7:28 P.M so therefore it's not legal for you to get a tattoo right now seeing as its 1:15 P.M," he says trying to be a smart ass.
"Okay, don't think they would care about the specific time I'm born, just the day," I say shrugging before getting my keys.
"Oh and also did you forget a certain promise we had with each other?" He asks.
I start think and realize suddenly "Oh yeah, we said when I turn 18 you're gonna give me my first tattoo...why the fuck did I agree to that?" I ask.
"I don't know but it's gets to be the tattoo of my choice," he says smirking.
"I fucked up when I promised you that," I say laughing.
"Oh yes you did," he says chuckling while still holding a smirk.
"Whatever you do just don't tat a dick on me," I say half joking half serious because he likes to fuck around with me a lot.
"I won't...maybe," he says.
"Boy I swear to God," I say shaking my head.
"Come on, I'm driving," he says.
We drive to the place where he knows they will let him tat me. I hesitantly get out and he basically pulls me inside.
"Aye!" he says and daps the guy at the front desk.
"Aye X," the guy says greeting Jahseh.
"She's eighteen and says I can tattoo anything on her so you think you can hook us up so I can give her a tattoo?" Jah asks.
"Yeah bro, follow me," He says and walks back further into the shop.
The guy starts getting everything ready with the tattoo machine which makes my nerves build up even more.
"What are you gonna tattoo on me?" I ask.
"Um, you'll see," he says.
"Ugh, I hate you," I say.
"We've already gone over this, you love me," He says making me glare. "Sit," he commands and points to a chair.
I sit down and wait for him to give me another instruction.
"Hand," He says and puts his hand out for me to take.
I take his hand and he puts my hand on the table and pins it down with his fingers. His friend preps my finger and Jahseh makes me cover my eyes while he writes on my finger what he wants to tattoo.
"You ready?" He asks while putting on gloves.
"Hell no, but go ahead," I say wanting to get everything over with.
He chuckles and turns on the machine.
"I'm about to start tattooing your finger so don't move or you're gonna fuck yourself over," he says. "And no looking," he adds.
"Just fucking do it," I say getting more and more nervous by the second.
He connects the needles with my finger making me squirm out of pain.
"Stop moving," He says.
"Can I at least uncover my eyes," I ask.
"Nope, you have to wait until I'm done," he says.
I groan of annoyance and pain. The pain goes on for a little longer until he finishes the tattoo.
"You can look now," he says after cleaning up the tattoo.
I open my eyes and smile when I realize what he tattooed on me. V.VIII.MCMLXXX. My mother's birthdate and he put wings around the date to symbolize her now being an angel in the sky.
"I fucking love you, thank you," I say and wrap my arms around him.
"I love you too," he says and wraps his arms around me.
"Rose?" I hear someone ask.
I turn around and see August.
"Hey babe," I say and hug her.
"Happy birthday bitch!" She says and hugs me back. "So why are you already here?" She asks referring to the tattoo parlor.
"Cause I got a tattoo," I say proudly.
"Oh shit, let me see," she says. "What does it mean?" She asks after looking at my finger.
"It's the Roman numerals of my mom's birthday," I tell her.
"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss, I never got to tell you in person," she says.
"It's fine. Anyways, should we get our tattoos?" I ask trying to change the subject.
"Yeah," She says and we both go in for our appointment.