The sound of the tattoo machine and the smell of ink filling your room as you tattooed mindlesly on the fake skin for learning how to tattoo.

You were most known as the typical dirtbag teen, doing whatever you wanted. You liked being more than in collective so thats why you were now alone.

As you were mindlessly tattooing onto the skin, you heard someone knocking on your door.

'Come in" you shouted, not getting up from the desk

And then you saw him. JJ Maybank - the troublemaker who was most time feisty and sarcastic but funny and thats how he was to you. You two never really much talked so thats why you were surprised when he walked into your room

"What are YOU doing here?" You asked confused but suspiciously

"Hey chill, I just want a tattoo from your pretty little hand" he said cheekily, not bothered in the slightest.