Romans & histoires Best Friend Pinky Promise Tattoo

“But from now on, you call me when you need something. Not him. Me, I’m your guy.” “Seriously?” “Yes. Promise me.” He turns, raising his pinky finger, of all things. I blink, incredulous. “What are we, five?” “Maybe not. But I take my pinky promises seriously. So, promise me.” His little finger waves insistently, pout intact. I groan, rolling my eyes, but eventually hook my pinky with his. He grins, small but real, a light breaking through all that storm. His hand lingers in mine, and when he turns back, his voice is gentler. “Things are going to be hard at home. Especially now.”

"What I want you to promise me is to go hiking with me tomorrow." "Is that all?" Alyssa clicked her tongue. "If not, what did you think I'd ask you to do? To give yourself to me?" Alyssa crossed her arms before her chest and tilted her chin proudly as if the high and noble Alyssa Taylor from the past had returned. "Don't be so verbose. Are you going to promise me or not?" "I promise," Jasper answered without any hesitation. "Great. Pinky promise." Without waiting for Jasper to react, Alyssa grabbed his warm hand. She extended that disabled pinky finger on her left hand. Strenuously and clumsily, she locked her pinky finger with his.

"Why would you help me get back my boyfriend and then ask me to consider getting with you?" "Because I think by the time this is over, you'll see I'm the right one for you." "I don't see that happening. But sure. Deal." He held out his pinky. "Pinky promise?" I rolled my eyes. "We're doing that?" He grinned. "Yep. Pinky promise me." I looped my pinky with his. "Pinky promise."

“Don't think about it. Just do it." “Okay." I blurted out without thinking. “Pinky promise?." He asked holding out his pinky finger. I locked fingers with him. “Pinky promise."

“Let’s promise each other that we will use the uprising to stop your marriage and make ours possible. And if the uprising doesn’t work out, we’ll promise each other today that we’d rather die together than marry someone other than each other.” “I promise.” I said holding out my pinkie. He suddenly left my hair to fall over my shoulders. “I promise too.” He said and crossed his fingers before me. We laughed. “What’s this?” He asked me. “I don’t know, I think this is how we promise where I come from.” “Okay, let’s do it your way.” He said holding out his pinkie too. “So just like this?” I hooked my pinkie with his and we smiled. “It’s a promise then.” He said smiling down at me.

But I kept on reassuring her that it was fine. “Pinky promise?" I chuckled. “Pinky promise? What's that?" “It is something Tania and I do say whenever we made promises to each other.” she took out one of my hands and then stamped my pinky finger with hers. And I could not stop roaring with laughter. “I like it. It's cute.” I said after taking one last look at her beautiful face. Nodding her head in agreement, she said. “And I will be right here, waiting for you.”

Adam nodded in acknowledgment, "I'll be there on time, young man." Noah then extended his little finger, a gesture of trust and friendship. "Pinky promise?" he asked with earnestness in his eyes. Adam didn't hesitate for a moment. He intertwined his pinky finger with Noah's, sealing their promise. "Pinky promise," he repeated with a genuine smile, touched by the innocence and sincerity of the young boy before him.

Both little girls follow my hand, their gaze meeting to where I'm pointing. “Come on, I'll take you to him.” I tell her, hoping she will come with me minus the doubts she's having. She looks to her father and back to me, I sigh, holding my pinky finger out for her. “I promise I'm not going to hurt you, pinky promise.” I say, I don't know why I think saying pinky promises will work on her but I try it either way. When I was a kid, the pinky promise was one of the most important promises, it was like swearing in blood which Talitha and I did most times but the pinky promise is just as effective.

“Here, wrap your pinky around mine. “Maddie instructs. “That’s it. And now we shake.“ “What is this for exactly?“ “The idea is that if you break the promise, you break your pinky.“ Maddie informs me. “Hence, pinky promise.” It breaks? I look up at her at the violent idea. It’s surprising to hear. “Does it? “ I’m not even questioning how it does- maybe magic? “I’ve never broken a promise, and my pinky’s still okay. So probably. “Maddie smiles. “Here, “Maddie holds her finger with mine, and we shake. “Now it’s a promise. I will do all I can to get you away from that dreadful Mykhol. “

"Yes, I will tell you everything," Sticking out my pinkie finger, I extended it toward him. "Promise?" He looked at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Are we really doing a pinkie promise? What are we, five-year-olds?" I persisted, undeterred by his teasing. "It doesn't matter how old we are. You need to make this promise and seal it." He looked at his injured hand encased in a bandage. "I can't seem to use my hand." "That's not a problem," I reassured him, rising from his side. Taking his free hand, I hooked my pinkie finger with his and sealed the pact with our thumbs. "Promises are meant to be kept."