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Meet My Dedication

The Depths

My head was pounding like a double bass for Slipknot. It had to be way to early to even be alive, right now. I groaned and rolled over onto my stomach.
Milly knocked on the door, making my head hurt even more. "Mikey? Mikey wake up!"
I ignored her, hoping she'd go away.
"Mikey, it's 2 in the afternoon, wake up!" She opened the door and bounced on the bed. "Normal people are usually awake and in the middle of their day, by now. Not hungover, on a Thursday of all days." She stripped the comforter off of me and opened my curtains.
I hissed and buried my face into my pillow. "Don't you have something better to do then pester me, Mills?" I muffled.
"Yes, it's called getting you ready for Warped Tour tomorrow. There's a lot we have to do!"
"Like what?" I rolled over to face her.
"Liiiiiiiiiiiiiike," she bounced off my bed and ran to my closet, "picking our outfits!" She started throwing shirts and tank tops and other assorted clothing items out for me to pick. "Oooh! What about this?" She held up a Cool Story Bro tank, and I shook my head. There as no way I was wearing that, I don't even know why I had it.
I got my grumpy ass out of bed and walked over to the jeans in my closet and pulled out a black pair with rips down the front side. Then bumped her out of the way with my hip so I could find a shirt. It didn't take long, I just fished out a black tank with skulls and grabbed my black converse. "There, done. Can I go back to sleep now?"
She huffed and face palmed. "No, now you can go look not like a mess, and get ready to go get lunch with me. I'm starving!"
"When aren't you hungry?" And as soon as she left my room, my stomach growled at me too. I drug my feet down the hall and into the bathroom to shower and get ready for my day, not really knowing how I was going to spend it.

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We met up with Gavin at our favorite burrito place, Dakine Diego's Insane Burritos, and ordered our food. Milly sunk her teeth into her burrito before we even sat down at our usual table.
"Jesus, Mills, have some burrito, why don't you?" Gavin laughed and he unwrapped his burrito and started eating. She laughed with him and tried not to keep all her food in her mouth.
"Shut up," she said with a mouth full, "I do what I want."
"That you do, my love." He kissed her nose and went back to eating.
I swear, sometimes they make me want to gag.
"So, Gavin, have you decided on when you want to leave tomorrow?" I asked, I had barely touched my burrito.
"Yeah, I'm gonna leave my apartment by 7:30 and pick you guys up around 8, sound good? That way we get to the Fairgrounds around 9 or so, and we'll be near the front." He seemed rather pleased with his plan.
I nodded in agreement, "So no drinking, missy," he gave me a stern look, but I knew he meant well. I didn't want to be a zombie most of the day anyway, I had planned not to drink myself into a coma tonight. "There's plenty of beer served around the grounds tomorrow, anyway. But, I wouldn't recommend it. No one likes a drunk ruining their fun."
Milly nudged Gavin, telling him to shut up. I knew I had a problem with too much drinking, I just figured I could stop at any time, I only chose not to.
"I know," I saw someone coming into the shack that looked really familiar. "Hey, Gavin, isn't that Zakk?"
Gavin turned around and spotted the tall guy covered head to toe in ink, "so it is... OH MR. ROZAY!" The guy turned around and saw the three of us wave at him. He waved back and ordered his food. Gavin smiled, giddy to finally not be the only dude around, and Milly and I laughed in amusement to Gavin's idiot smile.
Zakk pulled up a stool and sat by me, with his food. "Sup guys, excited for tomorrow?"
"You're going?" I asked him before he dove into his veggie burrito.
"Of course! Who else do you think got- OW! Dammit Gavin!" He got cut off my Gavin's foot meeting his shin. Obviously, they were hiding something from me once Milly gave Zakk the don't-spill look. He looked back at me, "I mean, yeah, I'm friends with Matty Mullins in Memphis May Fire. I usually tattoo them while they're in town."
"That's so cool!" I sometimes forgot that Zakk was practically a celebrity, and that he knew pretty much every band that I listened to.
"Yeah, so you're actually going to go tomorrow? Not gonna chicken out?" He elbowed me, making me spill a little bit of my soda on him, and laughed.
"Why, you gonna make me?" I elbowed him back.
"I have my ways, little girl. Don't you forget that." He grew an evil grin on his face that practically made me swoon.

I wasn't infatuated with Zakk Ross, I thought he was an amazing tattoo artist, and was a total dick half the time, but he did have his moments. Zakk was probably the most attractive guy I knew, and any girl or guy that walked by him would want to know what he's got in his pants. Even Milly and Gavin admitted they would fuck him in a heartbeat.
I just saw him as the guy that stabbed me repeatedly with needles and ink.
I had three pieces done by him already: my matching anchor with Milly, my memorial tattoo for Issy and Geremy, and my Alice in Wonderland leg piece. I never saw anything more than a artist/client relationship, and planned on keeping it that way.