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The marker was startling against his skin, sending goosebumps across his face, he couldn’t tell if it was the cold-wetness or nervousness for what was about to happen.
On the side next to him sat a sharp, thin, silver needle, the overhead light glinting on it as if to mock him.
God his parents were going to kill him. He was already grounded for, like, ever as well. So this was definitely going to make things worse, and yeah sure he was absolutely shitting himself not only because of the fact that his corpse would be hanging from his bedroom window the minute his parents realised what he’d done, but also the fact that this was probably going to hurt like a bitch.
Sure he had his ears pierced, but those had been done so long ago that he could barely even remember choosing the studs. And like, the nose was interacted with as a body part much more. What if he got a cold in the next few days and he went to blow his nose but then he actually ended up ripping out the piercing so then his nose had some weird slash in it and he just had to live like that for the rest of his life? Like, that probably wouldn’t happen because it was July but it’s really more about the what-if. You know?
But also what if it wasn’t even after that was what he had to worry about, what if whilst Hobie was piercing him, his hand slipped and the needle went right through to the other side and, like, killed him or something? Not that that would ever happen because Hobie pierced his own nose, and his own lip, and his own ears, so he’s clearly experienced.
Realistically he didn’t have much to worry about, sure his parents were going to skin him but in the grand scheme of things a nose piercing isn’t that bad and they’d realise that, hopefully.
And anyway even if all these scenarios were true it was too late now because Hobie had the needle in hand and was literally less than two millimetres away from his nose so this was definitely happening and, yep the needle had made contact and oh my god it was about to happen.
Fuck fuck fuck, okay that wasn’t too bad, the needle had breached the initial layer of his skin, he had officially reached the point of no return.
Okay there we go the needle was out the other side of his nose, nostril, nasal cavern? Who knows what it’s called, either way the needle had entered that part of his nose and he was so so so ready for it to come out of his nose, like, right now.
“You okay man? You’re kinda quiet.” Okay yep, there’s Hobie, obviously he was there because he was currently stabbing his nose, but it had been kind of silent and he had forgotten that he could make conversation.
“Yeah all good dude, just a little bit painful.” He smiled back. That was smooth, probably, not a mess anyway.
“Alright good, can’t have you freaking out on me can I?” Oh it was definitely too late for that but it doesn’t matter, Hobie didn’t need to know.
“‘You ready for your stud mate?” How he had managed to remove the needle from his nose without his knowledge he did not know, however he was not complaining.
“Yeah definitely.” That wasn’t even him trying to be cool or anything, he was genuinely desperate to just stick in the piece of jewellery and officially get this over with.
“Cool,” Hobie grinned as he held up the front of the silver ball, “This is gonna look so sick when it’s healed and you can have a ring man, you don’t even know.”
Miles laughed at that, only wincing a little as the other teen put the ball into his nose. “Are you gonna do the back for me or shall I?” He asked, only half joking.
“‘Course I’m doing mate, part of the Hobie-Brown-piercing-experience.” He laughed as he picked up the tiny little clamp for the back.
“Of course, how stupid of me, take it away.”
And with that he put his finger inside his nose, which obviously he was expecting to happen but now that he was actually doing it it was a lot weirder than anticipated. Thankfully they didn’t stay like that long, Hobie quickly found where to put the clamp.
“There you are Miles man, one nose piercing courtesy of yours truly.”
“Thanks man I love it.” Miles grinned and as he turned to see his reflection in the mirror.
“Yeah it suits you.” Hobie said as our reflections made eye contact.
“Thanks.” He whispered, as Hobie’s eyes flickered down and back up to meet his own.