[CLOSED] make you feel wanted...

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Oh, well I was looking for an excuse to get you in my lap. That didn't work." He smirked to himself, pulling into the parking lot. "Honey, we're home." He said, leaning back in the seat and stretching, drumming his fingers on the ceiling.

He pulled down his shirt that had ridden up, leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed. He yawned, reaching under the steering wheel, then pushing it down. He propped his feet up on the dashboard.

"You know, fucking someone on these seats would really suck. When it's not in gear, they rock back and forth." He rocked forward, then backwards, the seat moving with him. "Don't fuck in my truck. You'll fall off or something."

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey laughed softly at all of it. Glad to see you have a sense of humor," She taunted softly, gazing at him affectionately. She couldn't help it, and it bothered her. she couldn't deny she was crushing on him either, wish was a problem because it seemed he'd already rejected such possibilities, not to mention her mother would kill her if she found out. He was seven and a half years older than her..

Toying absently with a piercing, she smiled back over at him again, eyeing the other car parked in the lot now with curiosity.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt bit his lip, realizing his next appointment would be soon. He looked over at Zoey, his eyes taking in every detail about her. "I'll take you up on that place to stay. But only if I get a hot shower, and I at least get to sleep somewhere close to you." He looked over at her, waiting for her to answer.

"I can give you a ride back to your place, since I have to go back to work soon. I don't mind." He smiled at her, biting his lip. His tongue played with his lip ring, pushing it in and out. He felt completely heartbroken for a split second, knowing he could never be with her. But he put back on his smile, rubbing the tattoo on the back of his arm absentmindedly.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey bit her lip, smiling shyly back at him. "I can make that work," She breathed softly, honestly dreading going back home. "I planned on hanging out somewhere today, so I can walk.."

She seemed unsure. "Just call me okay? And I'll give you directions to my place..."

Glancing up, she eyed the male standing in the doorway of the parlor expectantly. The way he was all tattooed up meant he was the next customer, or he worked there too. And seeing that the other car was in an employee zone.

"So you're not the only artist," She teased softly. "well...I'm glad I picked the right one to do my work."

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"No, I'm not. He's really good." He shrugged, slipping out of his door. He thought tattoos were just a form of art; there was no right or wrong, no rules. He put his keys into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a sheet of paper that girl had slipped into it. He shook his head. 'People putting stuff in my jacket. I swear.' He tore it up, then put it in the trashcan.

"Yeah, I'll call you later." He said. But he really had no intentions to. Besides, from the amount of texts the girl at the desk had sent him, he thought he would be working through the night. He gave her one of those one armed hugs everyone hates, then walked back into the parlor, going to his station.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey nodded unsurely, wondering if he would, mentally telling herself not to get her hopes up as she got out of the car. The other artist was still standing there, mouthed something with a wry grin and she glared at him, leaving quickly.

As she left the parlor behind she started up the block, deciding she may as well head to the mall for a bit and then go home. She had nothing better to do.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt picked up the office phone, glancing up at the clock. It was late.. He punched in her number, the sticky note in his hand. He wasn't surprised when she didn't answer, and hung up the phone, not even bothering to leave a message. What would he have said anyways? 'Oh hey, its three fourty in the morning. Just calling to say hi'? He stuck the note on the sketch again, then walked out to his truck. He took his keys from his pocket, opening the door and starting the engine. He drove around to the side of the shop, killed the engine, and fished under his seat for a blanket. He pulled it out, then laid down, curling his jacket up and laying his head down on it. He closed his eyes, wishing the horrible pain in his abdomen would go away.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey heard her phone go off, curled up in the alley crying softly. She sniffed, gazing at the number. He hadn't called earlier, she had figured he wouldn't. But she had been caught on the street by a guy she hadn't responded to. And he had wanted his appointment then and there. She eyes the tattoo shop building down the road, sniffing and rubbing at smudged make up, a busted lip.

She eyed the cash lying on the ground, letting out a shaky breath, her shirt torn, the palms of her hands raw. She'd barely been able to get away before he got far. She knew what she did was dangerous, but every time something went wrong it never got easier.
'Why do you do this to me?!' She pleaded. 'every time things start to get better you always fuck me over!' Silent laughter in her head was an only response.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt curled up in the seat, sure he was running a fever.

Your girlfriend, she's hurt. He heard in his head. He put his hands over his ears, trying to block it out. BRITTON.

"Fuck OFF!" He screamed, turning over in the seat. Do you want to see your girlfriend die? "I don't even have a girlfriend!" No, but you want her, don't you? You'd better go save her, before he comes back. You'd hate for her to get pregnant with someone else's kid, huh? "I can't have kids, you bastard.." But every guy she's sleeping with can..

Britt slid out from underneath the blanket, then got out of the truck. "Zoey?" He called, walking around the side of the building. "Zoe? Are you here?"

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey tensed. "Go away.." She rasped brokenly, rubbing at her face. She recognized the voice, she didn't need him to see her so weak. How could she trust him anyway? He'd already lied to her twice.

Swallowing she shrank back against the alley, whimpering as she touched at a bruised rib. It didn't seem to be broken though...she would be okay. For now.