#ulostart

sitting on the beach was one of artemis’ favorite past times, her feet in the sand, a joint in her hand. she knew she should’ve been working on her piece for her creative writing class, but she’d had the urge to get out of the house and go to the beach so that’s how she found herself on the beach, watching as the waves crash against the shore. her high and the noise of the waves distracted her enough that she didn’t hear the other come up to her, only noticing them as they sat next to her, “hey, what brings you out here?” she asked softly before taking another drag from her joint.

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Scott walked around campus trying to find a vending machine that had Gatorade stocked when he felt his body collide with someone else. He looked at the and apologized “Fuck, sorry I’m kinda drunk right now from last night, and I’m trying to get ahead of the hangover I’m hoping doesn’t come on.”

a small trail of smoke danced into the air as it escaped the blonde’s cherry lips. her hair was thrown up into a haphazard ponytail and her chipping nails held the half charred cigarette between them. the night was as beautiful as you could ask for, the air still warm enough to enjoyably sit by the lake outside the bar. dulled music echoed through the night as Bea continued to feverishly finish the cigarette before going back in. footsteps interrupted her thoughts and she turned to meet eyes with the culprit. “here for a smoke too?” her voice low yet inviting. “or are you just going to drunkenly walk around the sea walk? if it’s the latter, don’t expect me to go after you.” 

chandler was sitting on the couch doing working on an assignment, but couldn’t focus, her mind going to the conversation that her and julian had had about her drinking to numb the pain, she knew that was what she was doing, but she wanted nothing more to get drunk right now. she shook her head trying to clear it before speaking, “you want to get drunk and watch comedy movies with me?” she asked turning to the person that was sitting on the couch next to her.

“What’s the point of me having a snapchat anymore? It’s honestly just a bunch of weirdos at this point some guy sent me a picture of his feet the other day.”

“Sí, por supuesto. Te quiero chao mamá.” He said quickly into his phone that was pinned in between his cheek and his shoulder as he walked through the house gathering his stuff for his 10 am class. He paused to grab his phone and click ‘end call’ before shoving his phone into his back pocket. He glanced up to see the other looking at him, “Good morning,” he said simply.