Here is the fifth, and final, installment of Ink Stains.
"Look, Sis, you gotta move on." Trina walked through Tori's apartment. Her sister hadn't unpacked any more than what was necessary. It was dark except for a single lamp on the opposite side of the living room. Tori was curled up on her sofa in a pair of sweatpants and her unwashed hair hung lank around her shoulders.
"I am." She glared.
"No you're not. You're sitting here in your depressing-as-ever apartment and wallowing in self-pity at two in the afternoon." Trina pulled the blackout curtains to the side and let in some light.
"It's getting warmer outside. I bet you didn't even notice. When was the last time you went outside?" Trina opened the window.
"When I went to get groceries." Tori answered sullenly.
"That was four days ago." Trina started opening all of the windows. "Now, go take a shower. You're taking me around town." She ordered. Tori groaned.
"Tori, please, I'm leaving tomorrow. Please show me around." She started whining.
"Fine!" Tori snapped and stood up. Her bones creaked and popped as she stretched her joints.
"Thank you." Trina plopped into her sister's place and propped her feet on the coffee table. After Tori was clean and more presentable, Trina insisted they go to the studio first. Trina had chosen family rather than fame, at least that's what she told everyone, and she wanted to see where her famous baby sister made magic happen. When Tori walked through the doors to her company's studio the secretary called her name.
"What?" Tori asked. The woman went into back room and returned with a bouquet of roses.
"These came for you today. You have a voicemail at home telling you to come in and get them." She held the flowers out. Tori took them from her and the snob of a woman flipped her blond hair over her shoulder and teetered on her heels back behind her desk.
"Who are they from?" Trina asked. Tori read over the card.
"I don't know. It's just an address and it says 'meet me here'." Tori glanced up at her sister.
"Should we go?" She asked.
"Is that dangerous?" Trina shrugged.
"I guess we could go check it out." Tori nodded.
The taxi pulled up and dropped them off, in a decent part of town, outside of a shop with a sign reading Jaded across the front. Tori stared at the sign shaking her head.
"I cannot believe it." She smirked. Trina's eyes bounced back and forth between the sign and Tori confused.
"What?" She said.
"Come on." Tori trudge forward and grasped onto the door handle. The glass was made of one way mirrors and she was sure whoever inside was looking at her. She yanked opened the door. There was no bell to signal their entrance but it wasn't necessary because Jade was waiting in the middle of the tattoo shop. Tori stopped a few feet away from her.
"Jade…" She said sounding mystified. Jade smiled and closed the distance between them.
"Hi." She kissed her. It was slow and reminiscent of their first kiss.
"Do you want to go get some coffee some time?" Jade asked.
"What?" Tori said in confusion.
"I know what I want. I want you. I want you to be more permanent than any tattoo. I had it in my head since I lost the baby when I was nineteen that I would never have a family. Seven years is a long time to give up on a life. You were the first person I trusted to have a serious relationship with since Beck. I didn't know how to act. But I realized, after you left, that I could not let you get away. I had to get things together though. You were right, I needed time to think. I left Hollywood and I never want to go back. I want to be right here with you because you are the best thing to ever happen to me." She was crying. Tori was crying. Even Trina was crying.
"And by coffee," Jade knelt down. "I mean, will you marry me?" She asked pulling a velvet ring box out of her pocket.
"Jade." Tori grinned.
"It's a yes or no question, Vega, you're killing me."
"Yes." She sank to her knees and kissed Jade.
"Awww!" Trina smiled.