Abel eventfully showed back up in the room with donuts and a few tattoo shop brochures.

"Okay, so I got us a room at the Rio. I asked around and they recommend we go to one of these tattoo shops for the tattoo." He had shoved a donut in his mouth halfway through explaining his whereabouts, making his words sound liking nothing but mumbling.

"I don't want to get a tattoo." I said, picking at the sprinkles on my donut, "It hurts." Abel sat down beside me, leaning over to kiss me with his mouth still full.

"No. That's just disgusting." I grumbled, pushing him back and looking through the brochures.

"With or without the food in his mouth?" Oliver said from the bed across from us, his face twisted in disgust as he looked up from the list in his hands.

"As I was saying," Abel went on, swallowing his food, "I was thinking about getting Olivia's name tattooed across my chest. What do you guys think?" We all laughed at Abel's joke, looking through some of the designs on my tablet.

"I like this." I pointed at a picture of a butterfly.

"Look at this. It looks like a unicorn." Oliver showed us a picture of a gorgeous horse tattoo, snickering. I shook my head at his immaturity and continued to scroll through my phone while Abel twirled my hair around his finger.

"I'm going to get one of a hot chick with big tits." Abel commented behind me, "Just like my beautiful Olivia right here." I saw my brother's face twist up in disgust again as my cheeks flushed, but I found myself smiling when he started making gagging sounds.

"We better get out of this hotel room before they force us out." Oliver said, clearly wanting to change the subject. He threw his bags over his shoulder before gesturing for us to do the same.

"You ready to go, babe?" Abel whispered. I laced my fingers through his, dreading the thought of getting a tattoo.

"As I'll ever be."

*

Oliver ended up splitting off from us once we were on The Strip, talking about finding some magician. Abel had slipped his arm around my waist and was whispering things about how interesting it was to watch everyone walking by us or standing and asking for money.

It really was. One of the people we had walked by was a middle aged man dressed as Cupid. He had been in nothing but an adult diaper, it had to be one of the most scarring things I'd seen in my life.

"Happy Fourth of July, Liv." Abel whispered in my ear. My head snapped up, my head shaking slowly.

Was it already the Fourth of July?

"I planned it all." Abel said, "The way we did the list, so we'd end up here for the Fourth. The fireworks are amazing to watch out here." We sat down on a bench, Abel's eyes on the sky above us.

"You've been here before?" I questioned.

"Yeah. I used to come out here and stay with James Hunt, the singer for Saving James. He was a pretty good friend of mine." I nodded, laying my head against Abel's shoulder as a couple with their young son walked by.

"How did I not realize it was the Fourth? Or that James' place is where you'd disappear to every summer?" I asked, laughing. He shrugged, chuckling.

"I guess you just aren't a very observant person, or you've been having such a great time that you forgot what month it was." He was staring ahead of us, probably at Fremont street, which had people wrapping around it as they waited for the Firework show.

"So are we actually getting a tattoo tonight?" I questioned, looking at Abel through my lashes. He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arm tighter around me.

"Only if you want too, Livvy."

*

I was getting a tattoo. I was getting a freaking tattoo. How in the world had I let Abel talk me into this?

"Look at this shit, man!" Oliver was clearly drunk as he walked over and shoved his bicep in our faces, earning an amused look out of Abel. I was pretty sure the only reason Abel hadn't gotten drunk with him was because of me.

"That nice, Oli." Abel replied while I laughed nervously at my drunk twin.

"You love it right, Liv? I got it just for us." Now that he was closer, I could see what it was.

It's a unicorn.

"Oliver!" I couldn't stop myself from busting up, burying my face in my hands.

"Someone's going to want a cover up tomorrow." Abel joked, leaning over and kissing my cheek.

"Like you two can do any better!" Oliver snapped back, "What are you getting?" He threw himself on the couch beside me, staring down at the drawing I had made up.

"Seriously? You're getting Never Have I Ever tattooed on your body?" Oliver wondered, poking my side, "Why would you do that?"

"It's better then a rainbow unicorn, bro." Abel commented.

"Because it started all of this." I replied, gesturing around us. "This whole list, getting me to live this summer. That's why I'm getting it tattooed on me, Oli." My brother nodded, laying his hand over his chest.

"That's deep, sis." He said before he started laughing again. I reached over and flicked him in the head before turning to Abel.

"What are you getting?" I asked him. He shrugged, laughing quietly.

"I don't know. I planned this whole thing and I don't a clue what I want." He was laughing to himself as Oliver touched his red and swollen arm beside us.

"What about just some saying you really like?" I suggested. He only shrugged, smiling weakly. I set the tattoo magazine down beside me and walked around the table to sit beside Abel.

"You okay?" I whispered. He only stared down at the magazine in front of him, shaking his head.

"I'm fine, Liv. I'm just tired." I wrapped my hands around his bicep and rested my head against his shoulder.

"We don't have to do this tonight. We can come back tomorrow and-" He shook his head again, his eyes shut.

"It's fine, Liv. Look, I just have some shit going on at home. My Mom just called me and you don't even want to know what she said." He kissed the top of my head, "It's not you or the tattoo, baby. Don't think it is." I stared at him, at the man in front of me.

What had happened to Abel Hendricks? All of high school he had been what every parent dreaded seeing their daughter run off with. He had used and abused everything in his path. Now he was quiet, soft spoken and looked almost nervous. In that moment, Abel looked nothing like Abel Hendricks, but like the man he had become.

"Let's just come back." I finally said, standing up with my arm still wrapped around his. He didn't look up at me, but kept his eyes on the ground in front of us.

"What if I'm not good enough, Liv?" He breathed out. I knelt down so I could meet his dark green eyes.

"Good enough for what? Abe-"

"What if I'm not good enough to get a tattoo? Or to be with you? Or even to do this whole fucking list. I don't deserve any of this." He choked out, his hand sliding behind my shoulder and to my cheek.

"Stop, Abel. I don't know what she said, but you're a good person." I squeezed his hand, "Sure you made mistakes most of your life, but you've learned from them. You've become a better person because of them." He leaned forward and kissed my nose, keeping his forehead against mine.

"The biggest mistake I made was giving up." He whispered.

"Giving up on what?" I was afraid I already knew the answer.

"On myself." 

**AN***

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