You and Rafe had been friends since you could remember. Your moms both grew up together so it only made sense that you guys did too.

You celebrated every moment together from first birthdays to high school graduation. You spent every day together, snuck into each others rooms, comforted each other through nightmares, losses and everything in between.

You were a studying tattoo artist, building your portfolio and Rafe was a willing canvas. Sitting through countless hours of tattoo sessions. Tonight he called you, asking if he could come over, saying he had an idea for a tattoo he wanted and who were you to say no.