Maia could hear Sutton's car horn blaring from her bedroom. She quickly grabbed her favorite pair of heels and her mini leather backpack and flew down the stairs to meet her.
"Bye auntia!" Maia called out before she left out the front door.
Once she made it to her walkway Sutton finally let off the horn. Making the sound of heels clicking on the walkway seem to echo through the neighborhood.
Maia opens to passenger side door and hopes in the front seat.
"And you wonder why my neighbors hate you." Maia tells her as she pulls her seatbelt across her lap.
Sutton scoffs. "They wouldn't hate me if you would be ready on time!"
"I was ready on time! You were waiting like a whole thirty seconds!" Maia says, but she can't help but laugh.
"Well, at least you look hot as fuck." Sutton remarks as she puts the car in drive and pulls onto the road.
Maia laughs. "Same to you, boo boo."
Sutton smiles at the pet name. "So what are we up to first today?" She asks keeping her eyes on the road.
Maia had only one thing on her mind, but she didn't want to give Sutton work to do within the first five minutes, plus she wanted some time with her best friend. "You pick." She tells her. "Whatever you want to do. I'm down."
Sutton gives her a look that says she will regret those words later.
"Your wish is my command." She says with a devilish grin.
"Tattoos?" Maia asks. "Of all the things to do today you choose to get tattoos?"
"Yup." Sutton says with a shrug.
Sutton already had many tattoos. Ranging anywhere from roses to a tiger to skulls and swirls of beautiful artwork. Maia thought they looked badass on Sutton of course. But she never thought she could pull it off the way Sutton does. And she also wasn't sure how her body would react to being repeatedly stabbed with a needle. Would her fast healing abilities and super strength effect her ability to get a tattoo. I guess chose today to find out.
Sutton hands Maia a binder. "Here, look through this and see if there's anything you like."
Maia slinks down on the cushioned chair and opens the binder. Flipping through the pages, already intimidated by the numerous options.
Maia let's out a sigh.
"Find anything you like yet?" Sutton asks, sitting down in the chair next to her.
"I don't know." She says shaking her head. "Aren't tattoos suppose to, I don't know, have some sort of meaning behind them?"
"Sometimes." Sutton says with a shrug. "Or sometimes people just choose things because they like them and they make them feel good about themselves." She explains.
Something that made her feel good about herself. Now that might me tricky.
"Don't over think it." Sutton says because she knows that's exactly what Maia will do.
Maia is about half way through the binder when she one of the drawings catches her eye. She reads a poem underneath it and it immediately brings a smile to her faces.
She reaches over tapping Sutton's shoulder. She leans over to look at the tattoo she's chosen reading the poem along the bottom.
"Its perfect." She says, sharing a look of understanding. Then she jumps up, looking like she might vibrate out of skin for excitement.
Between two and three hours later the tattoo artist is finished and about to reveal her handiwork.
"Maia its gorgeous!" She says bouncing on her toes with excitement. "I can't believe I actually convinced you to do this, but you won't be sorry."
Maia was mostly glad she was able to get the tattoo without issue. But she couldn't help the jitters of both nerve and excitement coursing through her body.
The tattooist hands her a mirror after cleaning off the tattoo with gentle cleansing foam.
With a deep breathe she holds the mirror positioning it so she could look at the masterpiece on her back. It was better than she imagined.
The lotus flower centered exactly between her shoulder blades, shaded with incredible detail.
Looking at she knew Sutton was right about tattoos not necessarily needing to have meaning to them because looking at thus tattoo she already felt more beautiful than she had a few hours earlier.
But it didn't hurt that it had meaning either.
The poem underneath had said:
Just like the lotus flower, we too, have the ability to rise from the mud, bloom out of the darkness and radiate into the world.
That's what she felt like she'd done with herself. She was able to rise herself up from a tragic situation and bloom into a new person and radiate herself into this new world she found.
Maia simply nods in agreement.
After Sutton gets herself a septum nose ring and pays them for their services they decide to go to their favorite place for lunch.
"So what is it you want to ask me?" Sutton asks without looking up from her food.
Sometimes Maia could swear Sutton had super powers too.
"How do you know there's something I want to ask you?"
"You let me bring you to get a tattoo and you've been way too quiet since we sat down." She says finally looking up from her food. "So whatever it is just tell me."
Maia let's out a sigh putting down her fork. "Okay. It's about Chance." She waits for Sutton to comment. But she doesn't she simply nods. So Maia grabs her backpack from behind her and pulls out the vial.
"What is that?" She asks concern etched in her voice.
"I don't know. That's where I need you." She says. "Chance tried to stab me with it the other day."
"Fucking ass hole." She says carefully picking up the dart.
"He's up to something, Sutton and I need your help to find him."
Over the years Sutton and I have tried to find where he lives with no luck. Maia could never understand how someone with so well known and with much money could elude everyone. No one knows where he lives.
She puts the dart back down on the table sliding back across the table to Maia. "We've tried this once before." Sutton reminds her.
Maia remembers. She mostly remembers how it went absolutely sideways. But its only because they were close. She knows it.
"We just need to pick up where we left off." Maia continues.
"We almost died last time!" She yell whispers across the table. "Or at least I did."
Maia would never forget it. The guilt of that night would probably eat away at her for the rest of her life. She probably blamed herself as much as she blamed Chance though.
But as much as she hated to ask this of her, she felt like whatever this dart was, was bigger than them. She needed to figure out what he was up to and stop him before he really hurt someone.
"I won't let anything happen to you, Sutton. All you have to do is the investigating and I'll do the reconnaissance."
She gives her head a subtle nod. "Let me think about it." She says mulling it over.
Maia picks up her fork. "Okay." She says as she stabs at some lettuce in her salad.
It was fair. Maia couldn't blame her for having to think about it. She had a life to live. And putting her life in danger just because her best friend from another planet asked shouldn't have to be a part of it. Selfishly though, she hoped she would.