The original Cool kids

Summary: A look at Beach City's original cool kids. Vidalia, Amethyst, and Greg.

Chapter three: backstory

(Vidalia pov)

I watched as Amethyst looked through my paintings tossing the ones she's seen over her shoulder and moving on to the next one. Greg sat on the bar playing a simple medley. Rose went on some mission by herself which from what I grasp happens pretty frequent.

So I invited Greg over to my place instead of letting him linger around by his van, like a sad sack. Amethyst was suppose to do some kind of gem stuff but I pretty sure she skipped and didn't tell anyone. Which was fine she was cool to hang out with, and completely down with anything.

"Vidalia I really like this one!" She stuck it up over her head so I could see it. Ah the beach one, I painted the beach while it was storming and added some skulls and skeletons wash up on shore.

"Thanks, you can keep it if you like." I told her and listen to her excited whooping. I winked at her, I couldn't wait to start painting her. She winked back and switched her form into a series of animals, and objects.

I leaned back and I could barely see the top of Greg's head since he decide to sit back farther.

The small house had been a graduation gift from my parents. It was almost considered a tradition for my parents to buy their kids their first house. Not because they thought it would be a nice congratulations gift. But because my older siblings had been party animals having parties every night till early morning. So to stop them my parents bought each of them a small house where they could trash and throw as many parties as they wanted.

Grinning I yelled. "Greg!" Causing him to jump and mess up the song he was playing.

"Yeah Vidalia?" He sighed. I loved making Greg annoyed or flustered. He was such a laid back guy it took a bit to get him at him. Though I've been noticing lately that the tall, slender, gem seems to have no problem annoying him.

"I'm bored." I told him.

"What do you want me to do about it?" He asked and I heard Amethyst run to where I was, jump into my lap and switch her form into a cat.

"Tell us a story." Amethyst said.

"About what?" I thought about it for a minute and decided.

"What were you doing before you came to Beach city?" I asked.

He stop strumming and got a far away look in his eyes. "I was in Community college." He said and went back to strumming.

"And?" Amethyst made a 'going on' movement with her paw.

"And?" He asked.

"What did you do in college?" I asked impatiently.

He stopped strumming and looked surprise which is weird. Hasn't anyone ever asked him about what he did before he became a musician?

"I study business while I was there. Dad said it was more practical than music. I met Marty while I was there he heard me playing, kept trying to convince me to drop out and let him be my manger. Which sounded awesome at the time but I didn't want to disappoint my dad. I did fairly well in my classes. In my spring semester, my mom had sent me a letter telling me that dad was sick so I rushed home to help take care of him. But after a few weeks he just got sicker and sicker it wasn't long until he passed away."

He paused briefly then continued. "I offered to stay home and take care of mom but she insisted that I had been home to long and should go back. The neighbors promise that they would watch her for me. Once I got back to school. A week later I got a letter from her saying, that she was going to travel the world with all the money she had saved over the years plus the insurgence money she got. She didn't know where she was going, when she be back, or if I would ever hear from her again. She told me to chase my own dreams. After reading that I packed my bags, found Marty and asked if he was still interested in being my manger. Wrote a letter to mom telling her what I was doing, dropped my classes, sold my school stuff, bought the van and started writing, recording, and touring."

I felt a bit of shock at his story. Greg was so chill and nice, he didn't deserve that. "Did you ever hear back from her?" I asked.

"Nope." He looked over my shoulder staring at the wall.

"Doesn't that upset you? Her just dropping everything and taking off?"

He smiled and chuckled. "Not really, she always talked about seeing the world, dad was the one to bring her back to reality. And I can't blame her some people just got to chase the sun. Maybe I get it from her."

I smiled at that. Greg's mom wanting to see the world and Greg's thing was space.

"She sounds cool Greg."

Author note

I'm super sorry that this is as late as it is. You probably aren't happy with me and I don't blame you. Please forgive me hopefully the next chapter won't take as long. I love you guys. As always take care and let me know what you think.