Hi, so this is just kind of a whimsical fic I will probably never update, sorry. (But hey who knows, I might surprise you...)
I groaned as I slowly entered the world of consciousness. My head was pounding like a bitch, and the bright light in my face face didn't help. I rolled to my side, grunting as the effort made my ribs hurt.
What did I do last night? I thought, a pulse of pain going through my head. I laid on my side for a moment as memories slowly caught up to me. I remembered a bonfire, loud music accompanying the relentless slide of water against the beach shore,
/and beer. Lots of beer.
That explains the smell, I thought distastefully, wrinkling my nose at the scent of salt and seaweed with a hint of rotting fish. I usually didn't like the beach on good days, which was very unfortunate since my family had moved to a place literally
/called Beach City. The change in scenery had not made me appreciate beaches more, as my parents had hoped.
Now I hated them even more.
But that was one hell of a party, I sighed with a reminiscent thread of happiness. Totally worth waking up on a beach with a mild hangover.
I listened to the waves rushing up the sand before gravity inevitably pulled them back for a few more minutes. At least until I was sure I could stand without falling over or puking. If there was anything I hated more than beaches or hangovers, it was
puking.
Okay so fan fiction dot net is being a bitch and I will finish this chapter tomorrow. Sorry, lovelies.