"Deacon!" A voice rang out through the open summer air, causing a brunette girl to stir lightly in her sleeping position under the boardwalk, "Deacon Matthews, if you don't answer me you're in serious trouble.." It came again, this time successfully waking the girl up.
She groaned, gazing around in order to gather information on where exactly she was and replying to the voice she knew all too well, "What the hell do you want, Harper?"
There was a slight commotion at the far end of the boardwalk as a figure bent down and covered the only opening to the beach with a ghastly shadow, "I knew I'd find you here." Harper crawled in to meet the glare of her best friend. The two 16-year-olds were nearly inseparable from the day they met at Playa Linda Orphanage almost 5 years ago, yet both were polar opposites. Harper with her blonde hair, straight A grades and bubbly attitude contrasted with Deacons dark brown hair, terrible grades and boyish sense of humor.
Deacon sighed, rubbing a sleep doused eye and laying back down. "Where else would you find me, Harper? You know I'm hardly ever home. And hey, it's the first day of summer .. wouldn't want to waste it."
There was silence, but not an awkward one, rather an understanding one from Harper. After being adopted both girls were ecstatic to hear they'd be attending the same high school and living barely 6 blocks away from each other, it was more than either could ask for. But upon arriving to the new houses – Harper began to realize that Deacon's life with the new family was less than perfect. They had an older son, Landon, who now become Deacon's older brother, and a father who was rarely home and when he was it was celebrated to see him sober.
Landon was the perfect son. Sandy blonde hair, muscular, good grades and an ability to surf like no other. He was a townie while Deacon sported the land of "foreigner".
Here in Playa Linda there were two types of people, usually only referred to by those who respect their spots in society. The townies and the foreigners, shorted to T's and F's. Townies were surfers and beautiful, and tended to be rich and born in Playa Linda. There were said to be exceptions – but both girls had yet to see one. Foreigners, on the other hand, were known to be poor, not as pretty and bystanders when it came to surfing competitions. Foreigners were excluded from all activities, including the "Beginning Of Summer Bonfire", which was occurring just down the beach from the girls hide out.
Harper clicked her tongue a few times, listening intently to the waves as the crashed onto the shore.
"Whaaat Harper?" Deacon rolled her eyes and heaved in an annoyed tone.
"Well, it's just that .. there's this bonf—.." She started just before Deacon cut her off.
"Yeah, the Beginning Of Summer Bonfire. Landon's there. What about it?" Deacon proper herself up on an elbow, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
"I just kind of wanted to go check it out. I mean – most of the people that are there are probably totally trashed by now and wouldn't even realized we were F's." Harper pleaded with her friend.
"Whatever."
"Please, Deacon? Just once. We've never even tried to go to one before. Please?" Harper got on her knees, clasping her hands together in a prayer-like way, "Please?"
"Fine. Fucking .. fine. But Harper Sanders, you owe me. God do you owe me."
Harper squealed, jumping up and straightening out her jeans miniskirt and argyle sweater, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"