Sing Me a Lullaby

Sara's P.O.V.

I just met the Frank Iero. He's a cool guy. I wonder what matching tattoos we're gonna get.

"Hey, Bam?" I called.

"Yes?" He replied.

"What tattoo are we gonna get? I kinda sorta want a deathbat." I wondered.

"Sure! I don't have a deathbat, actually." He answered.

I squealed and jumped up and down, "Where are we gonna get 'em?"

"Hmm, let's get them...On...Our boobs!" He laughed.

"No way jose`!! I already have a heartagram under my right boob!" I yelled.

Everyone in the shop look at me so I yelled, "Yea, that's right! You all heard me!!"

Bam faceplamed, "Sara, I'm not even that stupid."

"So? In the words of Breathe Carolina, I-D-G-A-F!!!" I giggled.

Bam burst out laughing, "You're crazy."

"I know," I said.

"So, kids, whatcha want?" The tattoo artist asked.

"Deathbats!!" I answered.

"As in the Avenged Sevenfold deathbat?" He pondered.

"Yep. I want mine...Damn...Where do I want it?" I replied.

"How about on the back of our necks?" Bam suggested.

"Nah, I'm getting the word 'Scars' on the back of my neck later. How about on the backside of our knees?" I shrugged.

"That's the stupidest place for a tattoo I've ever heard. Let's do it." Bam agreed.