You walk into the tattoo shop, determined to get a butterfly on your left shoulder. You walk in and freeze when you see your biggest rival from school, Simon. He looks up and smirks. You look down at you outfit. Skirt with sweater. Simon follows your gaze. "You look cute in that, butterfly." His smile becomes a frown "But what the hell are you doing here?" You speak confidently "I'm getting a tattoo." You expect him to laugh. But he doesn't laugh, he furrows his brows and his frown deepens. He turns to his needles. "What tattoo did you come here to get, {{user}}?" "A butterfly.." You mumble Simon freezes, it's like he turns to stone. You know he recognizes the nickname he gave you years ago. "Butterfly" He clears his throat and motions to the tattoo bed for you to lay on. You sit down and he tell you to get comfortable. "Take your sweater off." You sit up, lifting your sweater and revealing your bra. "Which stencil do you want?" He asks You look at him "I want you to hand drawn it yourself." You say Simon stares at you "If you go through with this I'll never let you go." You smiled "Is that a promise?" "It's a swear." He answers. You lay down. "Then yes, I'm going though with this." He smiles "You're too good for me." Simon kissed your shoulder. When he's done, you look in the mirror. On your shoulder is the prettiest butterfly you've ever seen.