A.N Oh well sorry for the wait I think...I don't remember when I updated so if it's late than sorry, if it's not, then I'm not sorry? I don't know, it's almost 10 where I live and I was like "I JUST HAVE TO UPDATE." I have this story mapped out, and by that I mean I have a plot that is many chapters into this and I have no idea to start things, so sorry if it's gets boring in the beginning. And for the over use of the platinum in this chapter...
"Ah, Santa Carla, here we are." Max spoke as the sign came into view. The drive had lasted another day and now it was only 9:58 at night. I smile at the sign, it had been lit up because of the night and it read "Welcome to Satna Carla" in large print. I turned to look at it after we past and on the back of the sign was writing that I couldn't make out because of the darkness but I shrugged it off. It was probably some graffiti or something. "Welcome home." Max said to me as he saw me smiling. "Well not home yet, this is normally the time I get to work, so it worked out. I can show you the store and you can see the new sights." I nodded eagerly like an eight year old being told they can stay up an extra hour if they be good. Luckily I'm nineteen, almost twenty so I am out of school and have nowhere to be tomorrow.
We passed a lot of people driving to the boardwalk. Guys with mohawks (and some girls), runaways, surfers, the occasional person who looked over the age of thirty and some girls who dressed...interesting? But the boardwalk consisted of loud music and rowdy teenagers who seemed to just leave the beach and wanted a party. It also smelled like home, which meant there was a bit of the cigarette smoke in the air and alcohol, but it was also masked by the smell of food the salty air coming from the ocean, but yet, it was still home.
I smiled and ran over to the shop that Max was entering, with the words 'Max's Videos', I shrugged and followed him as he opened the door for me and let himself in.
"Hey Max! Back from your trip I see." A girl from behind the counter shouted. She was rather pretty, dark skin, brown curly hair, and I think brown eyes. But she seemed rather bright with all the dark features, and she also seemed rather happy. "I also see you brought a souvenir?" She asked while furrowing her brows. Max gave a warm smile to the girl and glanced over at me. "Maria, this is Cheyenne. Cheyenne, this is Maria." I gave her a smile and held out a hand. She took it and shook it with her smile never leaving her face.
"She's going to be working here, helping out, with you." Max explained as I started looking around the place. Movies everywhere. The counter was in the middle of it all and there were signs that showed where every type of movie genre was set. Romance, action, comedy, children's and so on. All I knew what that was that there was a lot and the decorations were pretty damn cool. Plus for some reason it smelled like old paper.
"Sweet! It's always nice having someone new aboard." She exclaimed.
"About that," I interjected. "When do I start?" Max chuckled.
"You can start tomorrow, I want you to go out and explore a bit. Enjoy Santa Carla." I nodded and started walking to the door.
"What time should I come back?" I asked as I opened the door.
"Just be back before two." Was there really that much to do or see here?
The smells of the boardwalk hit me as soon as I left Max's Video. People were coming from everywhere and going every way they could. I could hear some music being played and I only assumed it was live since I could kind of hear a crowd yelling. People shouting at me to get out of the way made me look towards where they were heading and I followed, might as well actually, you know, walk around. Stores lined the boardwalk and most were closed, rightly so, a few stayed open but seemed to be the main "younger generation" stores that might actually get business with these crowds. Food venders came and went as I walked, most selling the typical carnival style foods more and more as I made my way down the area. I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt as it became progressively warmer, even at night it was warmer than it had been all season in Montana. It was different, but nice. No more freezing my ass off while walking.
I pulled my hair over my shoulders as I sat down on a wooden bench near a carousal and watched peoples faces. It wasn't too busy, mainly teenagers and a few adults with watchful eyes, standing next to their kids. One little boy was crying while keeping hold of the pole of the horse he was riding while his mom tried to pry him off. I laughed at the scene.
"What a little thing like you doing out here all alone?" A voice asked. I turned my head to see a boy around 19 with bleach blonde hair that went almost to his shoulders. He was wearing some board short and lacked a shirt. His smile seemed a bit forced and he tried to slide an arm over my shoulders which I shrugged off.
"Sitting mainly." I replied, returning my gaze to the carousal, it stopped, letting people get off and others get on. The crying boy was gone.
"Well how 'bout we change that?" He asked in a deeper voice than before, obviously trying to be sexy. It made me laugh. "I have a few friends and we could have a bit of fun." He said with a wink.
I acted like I thought about it for a moment, "Okay, so I could sit here and be apparently bored, or, I could have this so called "fun" with a few of your buddies." He nodded, the smile never left his face. "I'd rather this bench be full of splinters and sit on it then go with you anywhere." Now the smirk left.
"Ouch babe, that hurt, in here." He replied, trying to place his hand over his heart.
"Your right lung?" I asked with a confused face. He looked down at his mistake and moved his hands.
"Here." I guess we know who failed anatomy. "Look sweetheart, I was trying to be nice here." He started "But me and my buddies want to have some fun, and if you want to be a stick in the mud be my guest, but you're coming with me weather you like it or not."
I tilted my head. "And who's gonna make me?" I questioned, raising my brows.
"I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice." He reached into his pocket and took out a knife, but held it so only I could see. "Does this make up your mind?" I went to stand up but he grabbed my hand.
"Ah, ah, you wouldn't want to do that." I felt someone come against me and I went to scream but a whisper came from the person.
"Scream and I'll hurt you." Now I probably should have screamed anyway, but I like to live and I don't know what these guys could do. I nodded and followed reluctantly, and we started walking away from the carousel. I learned that the blonde and his buddies were a group of four, man was I lucky, note the sarcasm. I one holding me I couldn't see since he was guiding my by the waist from behind, stepping on the backs of my feet almost every step. There was the blonde from the bench. another blonde who looked incredibly bored, and a black haired man who whistled at every woman who passed.
"Is there a reason I was chosen for this oh so great honor?" I mumbled to myself as we apparently headed to the beach.
Motorcycle engines sounded and I looked towards the sound and saw four guys getting up from the noise makers. God they were loud.
"Fuck." I heard blonde from the bench say as the one who held me grabbed tighter. I lightly elbowed him in the stomached with only resulted in holding on even more, making it hard to breath.
"Get lost. You know that this is our territory" One of motorcycle guys said to us. He has platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, black clothes, pretty intimidating really. Especially with the other motorcycle guys behind him.
"We were just leaving." The black hair surfer replied, grinning at me and I gave a disgusted face.
"These assholes bothering you?" Platinum asked, looking over at me.
"Pretty much." The man holding me somehow increased his grip on me, though I thought that was impossible. "And if jerk over here doesn't let go I'm afraid I'll pass out. Make it easier for them, someone finally go with them without a struggle." I said smirking at the surfers. I heard the two other blondes behind the supposed "leader" laugh as the brunette kept his eyes on me. I looked away embarrassed for some reason. Don't mind me, just being held captive and being embarrassed about it, good job Cheyenne. As platinum took a step forward, the one holding me let go and threw me to the side and the other boys on the motorcycles quickly got off of theirs.
As soon as it happened I decided it would be a great time to escape this party. I walked off quickly into a crowd of people conveniently walking past and blended in with them. I decided to head back to Maxs store, thinking it would be a good time to leave the boardwalk. Something about being held hostage just doesn't appeal to me. I wouldn't want Max to worry so I just kept this night to myself.