White It out Like Glittering Wax Butterflies

This Fragile Cliche Of My Broken Heart Attack.

Quinn gripped my hand as the employee cleaned off my lip. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Of course I am! I've wanted to get my lip pierced since I was fourteen!"

I gripped his hand a little tighter when they held my lip still to put the needl in.

"Okay," the employee said. "on three."

I held my breath.

"One... Two..."

I tightened my fists.


"OW!" I clenched my teeth and shut my eyes tightly.

"There! Now were just have to put in the ring."

I opened my eyes. Quinn was smiling sweetly at me. Meanwhile, the person who just pierced my lip was putting the ring in.


Quinn and I walked out into the lobby where Ember, Hazel and Jeph were sitting.

"Oh my GOD! It looks so frickin' rad! Hazel squeeled in excitment.

I half expected them to tackle me, since they seemed to do that quite often, but no.

Jeph and Quinn seemed to like it a lot. Makes me wonder what Bert's going to think... Eh, I guess it doesn't matter much...