Closure

Olivia spent most days living off blueberry Greek yogurt and sweat ice tea and few other assorted things on her 'soft diet'. Ronnie was just happy she eating again and not throwing up anymore. He'd overstocked the fridge with apple sauce, every type of yogurt you could imagine, the cabinets with canned soup and such. Her wounds had healed. Above her bellybutton to the left was a four inch horizontal dark brown scar.

On this particular day Olivia and Stina had the apartment all to themselves. The guys were practicing for upcoming shows. Stina was in the living room scrolling through netflix titles, Olivia was in the dinning area painting because the lighting was  in there then her room. During the calmness, a knock on the door erupted it. 

"I'll get it" Olivia said already almost to the door. She stood on her toes looking through the peephole 

"Who is it?" Stina asked getting up 

"I think it's... our neighbor?" Olivia shrugged, then opened the door

"Hello" The neighbor smiled, it was a female Olivia had seen a few times before because she lived in the apartment across of them. The neighbor had waist length brown hair and eyes, but tall about 5'7 and a lot of tattoos that covered her arms, neck and chest.

"Hi, can I help you?" 

"This might be an strange request but, do have any band-aids?" the neighbor furrowed her drawn on eyebrows. It was then Olivia noticed she was holding her hands midwaist with a rag wrapped around one 

"Um, I think so"  Olivia stepped back welcoming the neighbor "Stina this is..." 

"Oh, my name is Zola, Zola Lathen" She smiled pulling her red stained lips in to a quick tight smile making her cheek piercings poke out.
 
"Stina Cetta" she went for a handshake but stopped "Oh" 

"I'll go get the band-aids" Olivia announced leaving Stina and Zola in the living room. She walked in her bathroom rummaging though the mirror/medicine cabinet, shuffling though painkillers from her surgery, midol, Advil, floss, toothbrushes that hadn't been opened yet and finally came across the band-aids decorated with neon colors. Upon exiting her room She witnessed that Stina and Zola were not in the living room, they were in the kitchen. Zola flipping through Olivia's sketchbook "Ahem," Olivia cleared her throat to get their attention. Zola shut the book quickly "got the band-aids. Hope you don't mind neon colors" she sat the box on the table in front of Zola 

"I was telling Zola here about your artwork" Stina explained 

"I'm sorry if this was personal. I shouldn't have went through your sketchbook" Zola apologized 

"It's ok" Olivia lied, she didn't mind someone looking at her art, not that anyone really cared. Besides occasionally Ronnie. But the fact that a near stranger just went through a belonging of hers brothered her a bit.

"These are really, really good by the way" Zola complimented, taking a few band-aids out the box and applying them

"Thank you"

"What other mediums do you like using?" she asked

"Acrylic paints, sketching pencils or watercolor pencils. Do you paint?"

"Something like that" Zola rolled her raccoon eyes playfully

"Oh really" Olivia was starting loose interest in Zola, and wish she'd leave already.

 "I actually own a tattoo shop here in Hollywood and I've been wanting an apprentice..." Zola trailed off. Interest gained.  

"A tattoo apprentice, huh?" Olivia repeated,  

"Yes, I've had interviewed a few people but their portfolio's weren't that great or wasn't what I looking for" Zola Lathen sat down on a dinning room chair, making herself comfortable crossing her legs. 

"Exactly what are you looking for?" Olivia sat in front of Zola. Stina just stood their awkwardly, loitering. 

"Oh you know what makes them special. A range in their portfolio, personality" 

"Interesting"  

I'm taking that you interested?" She asked

duh, I just said that 

Olivia thought, that would be awesome. Could I really tattoo people? Fuck yes!  "Sure" 

"Alright, tomorrow morning you're going to help me open up. I'll show you the ropes and see if you're right for this" Zola got up from the seat

"Really!? You want me to be you're tattoo apprentice"

"Calm your tits" "Hold your horses hun, we'll see. I don't even think you know what's in store. There's a lot of hard work"

"That's a challenge I'm willing to accept" Olivia stood up, looking up to who could potentially be her boss that stood a good four or five inches taller that her short self

"Be ready by nine o'clock tomorrow morning. See you then" Zola waved a tattooed and bandaged hand then left 

"Wait!" Olivia called out in the hallway, Zola stopped and turned on her heels "Where too meet you at?" 

"Here is fine" She said then entered her apartment diagonally across from her. 

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Author's Note

So this chapter may seem kinda sort because this was originally just the beginning of one whole chapter, but as I  was typing this up it seemed wayyyy to long. So Chapter ten is in the works.  Stay tuned! 

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