Parker: i have a tattoo

Parker: it talks about you and me

This I found hard to believe. So much that I had to roll off my back and lay on my stomach in order to type faster.

Me: Really?

Parks: yeah. and its on my butt😉 wanna see?

Parks sent a photo

I didn't know what I was hoping for, or what I expected to see while the image loaded. On one hand, I was very curious what the tattoo looked like---because he said it was about us, and not at all to see Parker's naked butt. I mean, not fully. On the other, I wasn't sure Parker was completely sober if he got a tattoo on his rear, took a picture, and sent it to me---who was still somewhat a stranger.

I was about to close the chat when the gray background gave way to a coloured photo. It wasn't of Parker's ass... not that I wished he sent that or anything.

Instead, it was a photo of his arm, revealing dark ink drawn into his skin. And when I saw drawn, I mean drawn. Like with a Crayola marker.

The 'tattoo' featured a very misshapen circle, under which was written in lopsided letters: art. I really didn't see any reason for Parker to use his skin as a canvas until it clicked a moment later. My kiss.

The circle bounded the spot where I had kissed Parker, and him putting effort to try and remember by marking it, and still managing to forget had me smiling. 

Me: it looks really nice. i like it.

Parks: thanks! i dunno when i wrote it or why it's on my arm but i like it too. Might get it tatted, you know, without the wobbly writing. i feel like its important

Me: If you ever get it done, I wanna see.

Parks: sure. now my detail?

Me: My eyes are brown.

Parks: my turn. I wear glasses.

Me: I've never seen you with glasses on.

Parks: now theres two things youre learning about me lol, my vision is shit. well I dont really have a tattoo but still.
Also, it's cos i never wear them at school. a moment.

Parks sent a photo

In the photo, Parker's beaming face was imfinitely captured with a bright smile, large glasses framing his face. A hand held his cheek in the cutest pose. Our art was covered by the sleeve of his hoodie and wasn't visible in the picture.

Parker not recognizing me in the car made sense after this detail he shared. Poor eyesight paired with a drunken state? Yeah, there was enough room for him to lose my face in the middle of all that.

Me: Everything looks great on you, Parker.

Parks: youre just saying that to be nice. it makes me feel like a dork.

Parks: lame? nah. it was adorkable lol
Detail???

Me: Both my ears are pierced.

Parks: dark hair, brown eyes, pierced ears. since i ruined my chances of seeing you because of booze, I'll be looking for you at school.

Me: And I'll be looking at you while you look for me.

Parks: i don't think youll just be looking with what i have planned

Me: Wait, what does that mean?

Parks: it means we'll hang out on monday if i have my way

Me: WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?

Parks: tell you to go to bed cos its 3am. sweet dreams xx

Parker's active status went off and the green dot disappeared. It was 3am, the witching hour. And Parker had just bewitched me and left me in a state where I could think of nothing, except what he was hiding.

Morning came, and the entirety of the day drifted by swiftly. Shower, breakfast, church, and suddenly the sun was setting and night beckoned.