Wow so I took a lot longer to update this than I should've but thats only because I'm lazy.
So just to talk about my characters depression, I base her depression and anxiety off of what my own experience with the two, thankfully my depression has lessened to an extent in which I don't experience it much anymore, anxiety on the other hand is still very much there and I don't expect that to go away anytime soon :p
Now I will try to update sooner this time around, it all depends on how I feel (which dictates everything I do), and while I wasn't completely satisfied with this chapter, I found it okay to post.
Also to everyone who favorited and followed this story, thank you so much! and a special thank you to Flowerchild23 for reviewing! :D
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She woke up from a fuzzy buzzing noise that got louder the more that the blur of sleep left her. She whined a little at having to move around and to shut off the alarm clock. She squinted at the clock and the time made all grogginess vanish.
It was 5:12!
She had slept all day and she had to be at work in an hour! How could she be so stupid! Then the memory of her at the beach, failing, smoking too much, and getting brought home by a stranger flashed through her mind. She winced at the memory, hoping that maybe it had all been a dream and that she would never see the man again. It was too mortifying.
She took a breath to calm herself and pushed the memory back. She needed to get ready before she was late for work. She took a very quick shower, brushed her hair and left it to naturally dry. She then opened up her dresser and pulled on the first pair of shorts she saw, which was a black pair of cut offs, and then pulled on an old loose Ramones t-shirt. Grabbing the button up diner uniform for work, she buttoned it over her clothes. After shoving her docs on, she practically ran out of the house.
Thankfully she was close to the boardwalk.
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After 3 hours on her shift, only two people had come in, and only one of them ordered fries and a soda, while the other just wanted to use the bathroom. She honestly wanted a better job, but Rick was the only one who had given her a job, so she guessed if she wanted food then she would settle for it. She didn't want to think about that though, she already felt dejected because of last night… All's she wanted was to sleep…
"Yo, I don't know about you, but I'm getting the fuck outta here." Fred's voice made her jump, who slammed his apron on the counter next to her arm.
"We don't close for another two hours though?" While she desperately wanted to leave, she also didn't want to get fired.
"Rick is gonna be gone for two weeks for some convention, or whatever. So I'm thinking we can just close early for the next two weeks, huh?" Fred grinned at her with a wink, and she couldn't help but chuckle a little.
"Sounds like a plan to me."
After Fred walked out of the shop, she unbuttoned the uniform and grabbed the keys to close up the dinner. She signed when she turned around and looked around at the crowds that the boardwalk brought at night. She had lived here for nearly a year and had still yet to enjoy it, but she wasn't much for crowded places and loud noises, it gave her anxiety. No wonder she couldn't enjoy life, she was too scared to even try.
In the end she decided to go down toward the beach, though she had to walk further down the shore as not to be too close to the Surfer Nazi's bond fires, they were especially violent and forceful toward women. She didn't want to be anywhere near those assholes.
Finding a nice spot that showcased the bright moon, she released her hair from the braid she had put it in during work, letting the dark thick waves loose and running her hand through her hair. Laying back into the sand, she let a soft breathe escape her and closed her eyes, taking in the scent of the ocean air to wash over her skin and hair. She felt relaxed. And she thought perhaps if she could be in moments like these all the time, she could be content with life. It was a nice thought.
"Are you always on the beach?" A familiar smooth voice cut into the peace she had achieved.
Sitting up quick enough to give her whiplash, she looked to her left and was met with the platinum blonde stranger from last night. He was casually sitting a good distance from her with his arm hanging off of his knees, one having a joint pinched between his gloved fingers. He looked at her with a look of a amusement, which she imagined was due to her reaction. Her whole body felt on edge, not knowing what to do, this time she didn't have anything to make her less anxious then she normally was. So, she just continued to watch him carefully.
"I didn't see you on the boardwalk, so I figured I'd find you here." He said looking at her with a somewhat playful smirk. She furrowed her brow.
"You were looking for me?" She asked eyeing him skeptically and wrapping her arms around her knees. He kept his smirk.
"Of course, I wanted to introduce myself, I'm David," David outstretched his gloved hands toward her, which she hesitantly took into her own.
"Kit." She told him softly.
His eyes seemed to gleam and before she had time to blink, she was swiftly brought to her feet, David's hand still locked with hers.
"C'mon, I've got some people I want you to meet." He told her, already leading her back toward the boardwalk. She was too overwhelmed and nervous to stop or question him. What did she really have to lose anyway?
They walked from the beach, herself having a harder time keeping up with David's long strides and trudging through the sand, thankfully though they made it to the border walk, her being slightly winded. If David noticed, he didn't show it. They were back to walking down the boardwalk where cars lined the sidewalk. The walk did not take much longer for the next she knew, she face planted into David's back. It felt like she slammed into solid rock. She hadn't taken him for someone who worked out a lot, but how else would someone feel that solid. Hearing loud laughing from beyond David's back, Kit peeked her head around him.
"These are my brothers, Paul, Dwayne, and Marko." David introduced the four in order.
They were all very attention catching by their mere appearance and clothing.
Paul, she could tell, had a large personality with equally large hair. His hair would make any woman jealous with that volume and it being naturally blonde. His face was sculpted to be a sex symbol, with slight scruff much like David on his face. His giant grin was what her eyes were drawn to, almost making her want to grin herself, and his blue eyes lit with life. Kit raised her eyebrow at his clothing which consisted of a fish net shirt and a black tail coat over it, his white tight pants were dirtied at the knees with knee high boots.
Dwayne, held an expression of indifference and seemed as if he were a man of few words. His hair was similar to hers in color and texture but fell only to his shoulders. His face was handsome and judging by his dark features and skin, appeared to be of native blood. Only a leather jacket and messy neckless clad his chest, leaving his chest bared and making her face flush slightly. His legs were dressed in dark pants and boots.
Marko she could tell was mischievous with his cheshire grin and mirth filled eyes. His hair was styled in a mullet with long golden curls, making it hard to believe that it was naturally like that. His face looked smooth and without any facial hair, giving him a boyish look and droopy green eyes. He wore a decorated patched jacket over a cropped tank and leather chops over pair of jeans with boots.
After looking at each one of them, she knew they could not actually be blood relatives, but did not say anything.
They stared at her and she stared back at them, and she could feel her anxiety grip her body, making her blood bristle under her skin. She didn't know what to do. Well, technically she knew she should greet them and be friendly to them, but her body was doing no such thing while her mind urged her and practically yelled at her to do what her body was unwilling to. God, she was awful.
A chuckle sounding from in front of her, reminding her that she was still basically hiding behind David, who's hand she forgot was still locked in hers, brought her from behind him and to his side. She also vaguely found she was squeezing his hand that he didn't seem to acknowledge. Instead he gave her a pointed look, indicted that she should introduce herself.
Was she so socially stricken that she needed a practical stranger to help her? Apparently.
Lifting the corners of her lips in an awkward smile, and did a strange half wave, before grimacing at the action.
"I'm Kit…" She tried to keep the nervousness out of her voice, but failed horribly.
There was a pause before she felt a weight on her shoulders and laughing in her left ear.
"So this is the light weight, huh?" Paul laughed, pulling her farther into his side. She winced at the name, feeling stupid again. She didn't know what was worse, that she was such a light weight or that David had told them.
She gave a nervous breathy laugh "Yeah, that'd be me…"
Paul just laughed some more. He had a really loud but strangely enduring laugh, one that she could feel the vibration of his chest against her cheek. Looking up with her brows furrowed, she notices that she came only to his shoulder. He seemed to notice too.
"You're kinda short, aren''t ya?" He grinned at her, his face much too close to hers, making her face flush a little.
"Yeah, I'm only 5'2…" she mumbled and jumped when Paul burst out in hysterics.
"Dude, she's even shorter than Marko!" Paul laughed holding his stomach, while Marko shot him a glare. She looks apologetically at him, but he just grins at her as if to reassure her.
"So what do you say?"
She jumps slightly and looks and Paul confusedly.
"Huh?" He chuckles at her slightly dazed face.
"I asked if you wanted to ride some of the rides with me and Marko?" He said grinning and squeezing her shoulder lightly. Kit's eyes scanned around the boardwalk, seeing the flashing lights and swarming of people, laughing and talking. She didn't know if she could handle it.
"Um, I dunno, I'm not good with crowds…" Hell she wasn't good just meeting these guys.
"Awh, c'mon, me and Marko will be there the whole time, promise!" His grin and hopeful blue eyes were hard to say no to, she looked at Marko to see him smiling at her, and then she looked at David, giving him almost a pleading look, but he looked at her in amusement.
"You should go with them, I have to talk with someone anyway." He said, and he squeezed her hand one last time before letting go.
After looking back at him one more time before they were swallowed by the crowd of night goers, Kit was left with Paul and Marko.
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Paul came in between herself and Marko and slung an arm around both of them, practically ringing her neck and making her lose balance.
"Okay, so who wants to go on some rides!" He exclaimed and grinning from ear to ear.
Kit was looking at Paul's arm, her brows knitting together. She wasn't used to people touching her, much less her letting people touch her. It wasn't extremely uncomfortable though, just strange, strangely not uncomfortable. In fact, she ended up going further into him when a particularly rowdy group of teenagers passed them. Missing Paul's smile.
However she didn't think about it long, when she felt a nudge in her side, to see Marko offering her a joint, thankfully it was small (meaning she wouldn't make a complete fool of herself) and she took it with a hesitant smile, slowing taking a drag and then exhaling a few seconds later.
After a few drags, she started to feel herself loosen up, smiling and giggling when Paul would make a horrible joke or when him and Marko bickered. While they waited in long for one of the rollercoasters, they shoved and wrestled each other, she started laughing when Paul got Marko in a headlock and then Marko started pinching his sides, resulting in high pitched screams. Kit had to hold her stomach from how hard she was laughing at them, Marko joined her as Paul glared at them, but couldn't hold his own laughter.
As her laughter quieted down, Kit looked at the two boys as they started bickering all over again and felt something light starting to rise in her chest. She wondered if this feeling was what others felt when they were with people they enjoyed being around. She wondered if this was what it was like to have friends.
She liked it.
The two boys shared a knowing look.
