I have a few days off and will be writing, so I hope you all stick around and check out my updates. Perhaps they won't just be for this story. I doubt it though :P
That night, Lilly had gotten very little sleep. The party a few yards away had raged into the early morning hours and not once had someone complained about it. She supposed the unfortunate citizens within hearing range all decided it was only going to occur that night and then that would be the end of it, but like Lilly, they had assumed wrong. The parties were held nearly every night and the music just seemed to get louder, the participants more reckless. Sometimes Lilly would awake and find garbage varying from cans of alcohol, cigarette butts, vomit, and even clothes on her lawn or an unknown car parked in the driveway, but all evidence of the social gatherings was removed by the time Lilly's mother woke up and got ready for work. Her shift was late and from the moment she got home, she slept, only ever having the time to give Lilly money and a list of what to keep the house stocked with.
One morning, Lilly was so sleep deprived and furious that she marched over to the house that was the constant source of her irritation and slammed her fist into the door until she was sure it would break. But even that gained no response from whoever was inside. They were either knocked out if they hadn't heard Lilly, or they weren't home. It took Lilly five minutes of trying to beat down the door before she gave up and walked back home with swollen knuckles and a light relief flittering about after releasing some of her anger. It felt good, but that didn't stop her from hating that inconsiderate asshole dwelling in that god forsaken house. She hadn't even seen what her tormenter looked like within the week they'd cursed the neighbourhood with their being. They were just a masked cloud trying to rain on Lilly's life until she drowned from the precipitation of frustration.
Being trapped in the house all day with no ideas for true entertainment was gradually driving Lilly mad and she spent hours scribbling random words on paper and searching for chords on the internet so she could learn a new song within a day on her guitar. It all became an artistic blur, mingling into a grey swirl of nothingness, a void Lilly felt so intensely that it nearly devoured her from the inside when she laid in bed and stared at her trashcan. She wasn't the person in the picture anymore. That frozen memory was just a mockery to her now. Once a decent human being in the eyes of many, now just a nobody to all.
It was yet another day of sleeping restlessly through sunrise for the infuriated blonde. Lilly awoke during the early afternoon and she stretched as she made her way towards the front door, deciding to make another attempt at putting a stop to the late night parties. Once on the porch, she turned to close the door behind her, but froze when she spotted something on the porch swing. Sneaking closer, the something became a someone and Lilly let out a peeved sigh, shaking the girl who lay flat on her stomach, hair covering her face as she slept facing Lilly.
"Get up!" Lilly yelled and the girl snapped awake, quickly sitting up in panic. Lilly recognised the half-lidded eyes and charming features of her visitor and an image of the drunken girl vomiting on the beach flashed in her mind.
"Where am I?" she muttered, glancing around with a confused expression, resembling that of a lost child with great incompetence.
"On my property. Do you mind leaving?" Lilly requested heatedly, crossing her arms as the girl looked straight ahead and gasped lightly, completely unfazed by Lilly's obvious hints at the enmity that existed between them.
"Hey, that's my house! You live across from me?" she asked in wonderment, gazing at Lilly with no trace of recognition. That day at the beach seemed to have vanished from her alcohol-infested mind.
"Oh, my God. You have got to be kidding me," Lilly said blankly, not at all prepared for her discovery on the identity of her oppressor.
"Whoa, that's crazy. I don't even remember coming over here..." With misted eyes and an aura of delusional cheer, the girl peered at Lilly with a tired smile. "I'm Miley, by the way. What's your name?"
"Fuck me sideways," Lilly replied solemnly. Miley giggled and pumped her legs slightly with a wince, rocking the swing, not seeming to show an ounce of care that she had woken up on a strangers porch.
"No thank you, I'm not into that." Lilly glowered in bewilderment at Miley.
"Why are you still here?"
"I can't really move," Miley admitted with an embarrassed grin.
"Then I'll throw you across the damn road!" Lilly shouted and Miley's eyebrows rose in shock.
"Um, any particular reason why you're being so rude?"
"Me? Rude? What about you?! You're up all fucking night partying like there aren't people trying to sleep in the neighbourhood and then to make things worse, your stupid scumbag friends come over here and trash my fucking lawn. And then, you decide it's okay to wander over here and sleep on my shit without permission? Who the fuck do you think you are calling me the rude one?!" Lilly screamed, days of being pestered by the constant noise and the effect of irregular sleeping patterns sending her into an easy fit of anger.
"Holy shit, calm down! I didn't know I was bothering anyone, okay? No one ever said anything!" Miley defended.
"It's impossible to get anyone to answer that fucking door! I've gone over like twice this week to try and ask you nicely to shut the fuck up, but you're so wasted that you probably couldn't hear an atomic bomb hitting the floor right next to your empty head!"
"Look, I'm sorry. I'll keep the volume to a minimum alright? Just relax a little," Miley said softly, afraid of the red-faced girl who looked just about ready to chew her throat out at any second.
"Get away from my house," Lilly said icily, glaring at Miley as she quickly stood up on wobbly legs and stumbled back over to her home.
To Lilly's utter shock, Miley had not only kept things on the down low, but she had also avoided having another party altogether. That house was so silent that Lilly pondered on whether Miley moved away to a more friendly area or if she'd overdosed on some whacky shit and stopped breathing for good. It was only normal to be concerned for another person, no matter how stupid they were and Lilly hated that about herself. She cared about people who honestly didn't deserve it.
Three days floated away into an unreachable past and Lilly was easing her insanity into rest by walking along the beach. The sea calmed her and presented her with promises of a better tomorrow, but she knew the tide was lying. When alone, time meant nothing if there was no one to share it with and tomorrows were merely yesterday's today. The tides licked Lilly's naked feet and she felt a light smile touch her lips at the feeling. She needed this gentle treatment after the bruising weight she'd shouldered for almost a year now. Studying the tides, Lilly was surprised to find a lone surfer engulfed in the waves. With dawn fresh from the night, she felt a form of respect for this person who was passionate enough about the activity to rise at such an early hour.
Lilly found herself watching closer, seeing something familiar in the movements of the surfer. The crouched stature, the effort for balance, the risk. Lilly remembered these aspects well, but not without a touch of grief. Skating wasn't the same on the streets and she had yet to venture far enough into the small world of Malibu to find another place where she could be alone and pass the hours that made her day liveable. But surfing was so very different...
The surfer road the waves back to the shore as if the water were like tameable silk and he collapsed exhaustedly into a desert of soft yellow grains. And that's when Lilly approached the talented young man with a hope to attain a new hobby, knowing the ocean had some type of solace to offer that could possibly inject her with a serenity that previously had no chance of survival amid her inner turmoil.
Basically, I'm just making up a bunch of crap to pass the time so I can get the hatred levels up.