Notes:
I updated! oh, and when the whole montage of Breezy and Paul going on rides and playing games happens, this song seems like it would go good with it: Bela Lugosi's Dead (Bauhaus cover) by: CHVRCHES
David's P.O.V:
Marko's acting off the fucking handle tonight. I understand it's his soul mate or whatever, but get a grip dude. I mean he goes off and confronts her, but then just stands there slack jawed like a fucking idiot. When he saw her walking on the beach, he went practically haywire. Soooo I told him to go home. Dwayne ended up going with him to make sure he stayed put. Paul and I stayed behind to rustle up some grub. Just as we were following two very slutty and very stupid girls into an alleyway, Paul spotted the girl from the beach inside Max's store. Paul murmured,
"I don't know how it's possible, but her hair is even lighter than yours dude! that deserves a ribbon or somethin'." I punch him in the arm and make my way through the door. Just like I planned, she ran right in to me. When she looked up I got a good view of her face. I see sparkling gray eyes, soft facial features, and perfect porcelain skin. Her skin is almost too perfect. It's so pale, like her hair... she could easily pass for a vampire. But I know she's not because of her heartbeat. If it weren't for that I would think differently. I don't feel any body warmth coming off of her, she hasn't a trace of color in her cheeks, she doesn't even smell like a normal human at all, she's different. It's probably because she's a mate. Maybe it's to lessen her chances of being killed by other vampires. It would definitely make sense.
She looked very unsure about me, and she should be. We ended up convincing her to hang out with us; god only knows why she said yes. We walked around the boardwalk, she and Paul rode a bunch of rides, and they played almost every game. I was of a chaperone than anything else. Paul made it his life's mission to win her something at every single booth, and to choose the stupidest thing there. For instance, when he won ring toss, he picked out a big god-awful fluffy pink elephant. I've said it before and I'll say it again, the dude has got some serious problems, especially now. I mean for goodness sake, he's flirting with Marko's girl. I know it severely confused the girl when Paul said that earlier but it's true. One way or another she will be apart of the pack, and Marko's mate.
But back to my ranting about Paul being excruciatingly idiotic. The whole point of us even acknowledging the girl was to figure her out. We wouldn't want to get Marko's hopes up about any old bitch you can find on a street corner. We made our way over to the bikes. The girl sat on the railing they were propped up against.
"So…what are your names?" She said awkwardly. I gave her one of my signature grins.
"I'm David, and this is Paul." I responded. She gave one of the most innocent smiles I have ever seen. It's odd, She pulls it off so well…you wouldn't think someone like her could, because lets face it, she is hot. I casually look her up and down. She has a curvy but slender body, perfectly sized breasts; which you can see peeking out the top of her black corset that she has paired with tight leather pants, boots, and a leather jacket. And let's not forget to mention she's got a really nice ass. She has incredibly long blonde hair you just wan to sink your fingers into… okay, you know what; Paul would be crazy NOT to flirt with her.
And set looks aside, she's actually pretty cool. She likes bikes; she told us there was a time when she would make money racing them so she could move out here with her friends. Oh, and to top it off, she's a lead singer in a band that actually played the boardwalk earlier tonight. Bottom line: She's fucking perfect. I'm almost jealous of Marko. But at the same time, I know my destined mate is somewhere in Santa Carla, and I have yet to find her.
"What's your name, sweets?" when Paul says this, I snap out of my inner conflicted conversations. She hesitates, then says,
"My given name is Brezina Macintyre, but the girls call me Breezy." A rare name for a rare girl. Paul settles on his bike and says,
"Well Miss Macintyre, would you like a ride home?" she giggles-actually giggles when he says this, and jumps on the back of his bike. She hoots and howls with us as we rev our engines, and we set off down the boardwalk.