Talking to a Friend [Lacy/Punk]

"Am not. Now get up. We're going out."

"I thought we were watching movies?" She laughs

"We were, but I'm bored and we have to leave cause I have to do something."

"what do you have to do?"

"Get my tattoos touched up."

"Again?" She groans.

"Yep. Again." he chuckles.

"And I have to go? I don't even have tattoos." She laughs.

He gets an evil smirk.

"Oh, fresh blood. Maybe you'll have one by the end of the day."

"I stick with piercings." Lacy chuckles.

"We'll seeeeee."

"Phil. No." She laughs.

"Lacy. Yes. I can read you like a book, I know you're dying to get my name tattooed on you." he joked.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you." Lacy chuckles. "That's so cliche, what happens if we get into a terrible fight and never wanna speak to each other? Then I'd have to deal with you on my body for the rest of my life." She laughs.

"Well you'd always remember me." he grins.

"I probably wouldn't want to, though." She laughs.

"Then you'd have no choice either way."

"I'm not getting your name tattooed on me." She laughs. "Maybe you should get mine tatted on you."

"Maybe I will....not." he said sticking his tongue out.

"Exactly, so hush." She laughs.

"Whatever."

"You just know I'm right." She grins.

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Definitely. It's just eating at your little tattooed heart strings." She laughs.

He laughs.

"Like I said before, you are a mess."