| Ch. 5 | Beach Baby |
I watch as Finley cracks open her sixth can of beer since midnight.
"Finley? Are you okay?"
She laughs dryly. "Fuck no."
"Okay I know we aren't the closest but spill."
"Connor doesn't want me to move."
"Why?"
She brushes off my question and enlightens me on the situation at hand a little more. "And I'm not sure, after today and seeing Connor again, if I want to either."
"Fin, what happened between you two?"
Tears gather in her eyes and her grip tightens on the can.
"I loved him. God I loved him so much." A tear cascades down her cheek and she coughs to hardly cover up a sob. CONFUSED.
"I was a stupid 17 year old and things weren't...I don't know...moving fast enough for me and I cheated on him."
Holy...
"I hate myself for it every day. He didn't know, until the Friday before we graduated...when I called it off and told him every thing. It broke my heart having to do that."
She lays her head on my shoulder, sobbing quietly.
"Oh gosh, Finley." I pull her into a hug and she nuzzles her face into my neck.
I remember that Friday, Connor was pretty fucked up and Collin was trying to figure out how his best friend was dating his relative for over a year.
Of course, I was fifteen and was more focused on my sports and homework at the time but I still vaguely remember it.
It's about two in the morning before I help a half asleep Finley into her room. "I'm gonna have a hell of a hangover tomorrow." She murmurs
I laugh softly and silently agree with her.
I'm ever so courteous and leave a glass of water, some ibuprofen and the trash can next to her bed and then doze off into a peaceful sleep.
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"Harley let's go." Collin whines.
"Don't get your tighty whiteys in a wad. I'm almost done." I say, trying not to flinch while curling my eyelashes.
It's no more than three minutes until I exit the bathroom, successfully (and flawlessly) finishing my makeup and fixing my bed head.
"Finally." Collin says dully.
"Oh shush."
My eyes widen as I come to the realization that I left my eyelash curler on the bathroom counter.
I curse under my breath as one of twins slams the bathroom door shut and the lock clicks just before I can race down the hallway and grab the door handle.
I'm not sure which twin has taken over the bathroom for the next half hour so I decide that my best bet is Aspen.
"Aspen-"
"It's Maddie!"
"Sorry. Maddie let me in!"
"I'm going to shower." She scoffs.
Honey you ain't got nothing I don't have. "Then give me my eyelash curler."
"Can I use it?"
"Later just give me it." Although I'll be gone and at the beach 20 minutes from here later.
"Ugh fine." The door cracks open just enough for her small wrist to peek out, her manicured hand holding my eyelash curler.
I take it from her, muttering a thank you as she slams the door in my face.
I quietly close Finley's door, trying not to wake her up.
"Here take my bag out to the truck." I say, almost running into Connor as we both exit the adjacent rooms.
"Only for the birthday girl." Connor says, planting a brotherly kiss on my forehead and taking my bag.
"Watch it buddy." Collin comments from the living room.
Rolling my eyes, I shove my feet in my shoes and tie them, my mind taking me back to the horrific memory in the fro-yo store. That dumbass.
"Harley your outfits are to die for." Aspen comments from the couch in the living room.
"Uhm thanks?" But I have to admit, my outfit looked killer in my opinion.
With my floral jean shorts and a plain white tee shirt, along with my white converse and my hat that I will most likely ditch later, I think I pulled it off.
"Okay Harley if you want pancakes then when need to fucking go." Collin tugs me toward the door to prove how
inpatient he is.
"Okay, okay. Bye guys! See you!" I call over my shoulder as I'm being tugged out the door.
"Get in. Hurry up." Collin snaps. Someone's perky.
I roll my eyes for the millionth time this morning and hoist myself into the truck.
"And we're off."
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"I have never eaten so much." I say as we walk out of the small beach side diner.
"Yeah yeah. Hurry and change so we can get our beach on." Connor says.
I change into my green swimsuit and pull a pair of black athletic shorts on.
"Come on Hars!" Collin shouts at me from the other side of the sandy parking lot.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I mutter, tugging on the laces of my Converse.
Slipping off my shoes and trading them out for an old pair of yellow flip flops, I toss my shoes in Collin's truck and haphazardly run across the parking lot and into the sandy shore.
Collin is doubled over laughing when I reach him, and I quirk an eyebrow in response.
"You run like a deer." He says before breaking down in a fit of laughter again.
"Hey Collin?"
"Yeah?" He asks, sobering up a bit.
"You're a dick." He feigns hurt and I keep a straight face, not caring if he actually is hurt.
"Love you too."
"I know."
"Hey beach baby." Connor slaps my back, and I take a step forward from impact.
"Don't call me that weirdo." I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Whatever, now come on let's go bury me up to the head in sand." Connor says excitedly.
"Whatever idiot." Collin shakes his head, laughing at the dork in front of us called Connor.
Nathan
(For a little refresher, Nathan is our main man; refer to cast list & the end of chapter 1. )
I tap my fingers on the steering wheel, trying to figure out whose shoes were currently riding in the back of my truck.
A size seven white converse wearing girl doesn't really narrow down my suspects. Although the name on the side of the shoe helped a little. Valley Sanders.
Holy shit. Harley fucking fro-yo spilling, converse wearing, blue eyed, sarcastic ass, basketball babe Sanders.
I found her converse in my car.
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AHHHHHH!!! This was quite a bit chapter my loves!!!!! The next one is already being written as you read!!!!!!
Too many exclamation points, I know whoops.
Anywaysssss......what'd you think? We got some Finley and Connor drama at the beginning of the chapter ;)
Their ship name is Fonnor. I'm just deciding for you bc, #FonnorFTW
And BOOM. She left her converse in his car fammmmmm.
Okay I'll end this A/N now <3333
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