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"Hello?" I said as I answered the phone ringing in my room.
"Hey." A voice thick with sleep replied on the other end of the phone despite the fact it was almost dinner time.
"Don't you sound like death this fine evening." I replied with a smile as I recognised the voice, it was my best friend Nick.
"Shut up, do you want to meet at the boardwalk for coffee?" he asked, I glanced at my watch and decided I had some free time before dinner.
"Sure, give me fifteen minutes!" I said as I set the phone down and hurried to get ready, over my white tank top I threw on a denim jacket I had customized with the words "FOREVER YOUNG" painted on the back in white, various studs of different colours and shapes filled the space around the back of the jacket. I opted for my purple skirt and white sneakers which were easier for the walk to the boardwalk than my boots. I hurriedly plaited my hair which was still damp from my shower earlier and added some dark eye shadow and eyeliner around my eyes. I grabbed my bag and hurried down the stairs, remembering my keys just as my feet reached the door. My parents were at the boardwalk working on the shop so I could get a lift home with them afterwards.
I met Nick at the coffee shop on the boardwalk; I spotted his spiked red and black hair in a booth where he slumped over. An abandoned half-finished coffee sat in front of him and mine was across the table.
"Hey!" I greeted as I slid into the booth, he raised his head but pinched the bridge of his nose.
"How are you always so cheery?" he asked, ever since he had met me on the beach a few years ago, he had been baffled by my endless amounts of energy.
"Um… because I didn't stay up till God knows what hour to party on the beach?" I guessed, the sand in his hair and on the denim of his sleeveless jacket gave away the previous night's activities.
"That's probably it." He chuckled and we both took welcomed gulps of coffee, "How's the store going?" he asked, I grinned as I added another packet of sugar to my cup, Nick never put enough in, he would say I was hyper enough.
"Great! I painted last night." Nick's eyebrows rose slightly.
"All by yourself?"
I shook my head, "No, this guy came in and helped me finish up, thank God for him or I would have been there all night."
"A guy helped you paint?" Nick asked.
"And he left me home. He has this awesome bike, I swear Nick you'd have loved it-"
"What was his name?" he interrupted.
"Paul."
"What does he look like?"
"Tall, long blonde hair, white jeans, black jacket. What's with all the questions?" I asked as his face hardened.
"Don't go near him again; he and his friends are bad news. They find girls like you, you're easy prey."
I sniggered, "They're boys, not vultures, and I like Paul." I defended.
"All the girls like them, only problem is the girls who get close to them suddenly go missing the day after." Nick said, I shook my head.
"Nick, we live in the murder capital of the world, lots of people go missing." It was true, almost a new one every few nights.
"And I'll bet they're the cause of it. I'm telling you, stay away from them." He said urgently, I sat back in the seat and crossed my arms.
"What have you been smoking? First of all, Paul's nice and I like hanging out with him. Two, there are a million other explanations for why so many people go missing, have you seen how many creepy storeowners there are here?" I snuck a sideways glance at the guy behind the counter, who definitely looked like he could have someone locked in his basement, "And third, I can take care of myself, Nick."
"You can come hang out with me tonight, there's a concert down at the boardwalk."
"I should be helping out at the store, there's a lot to do." I pointed out.
"But I haven't seen you all week." He pouted, I rolled my eyes.
"That's not my fault!" I argued, finally I gave in, "Fine, but if your friend with the grabby hands comes near me again, I'm going to scream." I warned him, he held his hands up.
"I promise he will keep his hands to himself." Nick offered.
"Okay, I'll head home and get changed and meet you back here later, I suggest you do the same, maybe use one of those things called a shower?" I teased, he glanced at my outfit.
"What you're wearing is fine!"
"What I'm wearing is for coffee, I need to go home and get ready for a concert." I told him, I turned but it was obvious he was rolling his eyes. I decided to head home and grab my boots; I needed some height for this concert.
After the sun went down and I got dinner I changed in to something more suited for a concert, Nick said some rock group passing through would be singing, so I decided on a rock look. I kept the skirt and jacket but opted for my demonia boots with black fishnet tights and a black beaded belly top. I let my hair down which was wavy from the tight braid and chose a gothic necklace with a purple gem in the middle. The smoky eye shadow stayed and was accompanied by light pink lip balm and blusher. I nodded in approval at the outfit before I headed out to the concert.
The music was unbelievable; they sang covers of the most awesome rock songs I treasured, as well as doing their own numbers. I made sure to get their name so I could tell my dad we definitely needed some of their music to sell. After the concert finished a few hours later Nick and his friends headed down to the beach where they went most nights they all got together.
It was getting pretty late but I decided staying a bit longer wouldn't do any harm. We settled around a fire and the beers were passed around along with some joints, both of which I made sure to pass on.
"Still a goody-two-shoes?" Nick asked beside me, I smiled as I watched the flames of the fire dance.
"You smoke and drink enough for the both of us, buddy. I'm not worried about missing out." I may not have been worried about missing out, but I was worried about Nick. He fell in with the wrong crowd a few years back and eventually drugs and alcohol became his best friends along with me. He was a year older than me and perfectly capable of making his own choices so I didn't lecture. Didn't stop me from wishing he'd quit, though.
I looked around to see Nick's eyes drift shut after he took a long drag, so I figured this was my time to get a break, the smoke around us was starting to get pretty thick. I stumbled up from the sand and headed down the beach towards the water, stopping to zip my boots down and take them off as I neared the waves. Once in to the water I decided to take off my tights which had become soggy and filled with sand, I treaded a bit deeper into the water to wash the sand out of them before I rolled them up and carried them with me as I walked through the shallow water.
I loved the beach, and I loved Santa Carla, even if it was the murder capital of the world, it was still my home. I was born here and raised, and I didn't know if I'd ever want to leave. Sure, I shared every teen's dream of travelling around and playing music, but staying here would suit me just fine. Running a music store, just hanging out on the beach and generally having a good time were things I didn't want to lose.
Eventually I realised I had made it far up the beach, when I took my eyes off my feet where I had been watching the waves spill over them and distort my view of my silver toenails, there were very few people around. Hardly any, actually.
They were mostly sat in groups, except for a few loners by themselves; I planned to be one myself as I walked back up onto the sand and took my jacket off to set it down on the sand. I sat on top of it and stretched my feet out to dry, surveying the people around as I did so. There was one girl swaying slightly as if she was drunk and another guy a bit far off smoking. It was the one guy that didn't seem to be doing anything that caught my eye.
The part of the beach I was on was dark, so all I could make out was that he had dark hair and a dark jacket, and he seemed to be staring out at the waves. With a move of his head he appeared to stare over at me, I smiled awkwardly before looking out on the waves, I had probably seemed rude to be staring and he was calling me out on it.
I couldn't stop myself sneaking slight glances over my shoulder to see his head still turned in my direction. Finally when my feet appeared dry I went to put them back in my boots, only to scowl at the sand plastered to them. I had gotten sand in these boots before, and I had hoped I would have remembered not to do it again.
I brushed the sand off my feet as best I could, but it would stick to my hands then go back to sticking to my feet. I growled in annoyance and was about to just put them in my boots and walk home with itchy feet, when a red piece of cloth landed in my lap.
I glanced up to see the dark-haired guy I had been looking at stand above me, looking as tall as a skyscraper from where I sat. I took the material in my hands and glanced between it and the guy above me.
"For your feet." He said, I blinked before I got what he meant.
"You don't mind?" I asked, when he shook his head I took the cloth and began taking the sand of my feet, it was much more effective with something dry. When I finished I slipped my boots back on, from the corner of my eye I saw his hand stretch down.
"Oh, here you go." I said and stretched my hand up with the material, his fingers went around my wrist and I realised he was giving me a hand to stand up. Not that I even had to do much, he basically lifted me to my feet with one hand.
"Keep it." He said, releasing my hand with a slight push towards my body, I stared down at the material which looked like it was a scarf or something.
"Thanks." I smiled and I was sure I could see his smile despite the dark hair around his face which was being rustled by the wind. He bent down and picked my jacket up, shaking it out before holding it out to me, I took it and slipped it on.
"I better get going, thanks for the help." I said, he nodded and I waved once I had pulled the hair out from under my jacket. He nodded and went back to where he was sitting on the beach. He stood in the spot and I decided to leave him to it, I turned back twice to see his head once again turned in my direction.
It was only when I told myself I'd not look back again that I realised I didn't know his name.
"Hey, what's your-" I turned, halfway through calling the question out when I turned to see he was gone. I sighed that I didn't know his name, before I turned and started drifting back towards where Nick was.