Good morning, ladybugs.
Hi! Can I just say your hair is perfect? Definitely reminds me of Rapunzel.
I’m Danielle, by the way.
If I fall, if I die, know I lived it to the fullest. I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know that everything that shines, ain’t always gonna be gold.
I know who’s fucking chill and who isn’t. I hope most of these people get kicked out or some shit. I’m the best here.
Interesting. The best here? Okay, I mean, I guess confidence shouldn’t necessarily be something to be mocked but rather praised. So, good job with the abundance of it. Hope it gets you where you want to go.
You’re not as ugly as these other chicks so far, could do better though. I’m Colby, you will know soon enough though.
Hm. I guess I can take half of that comment as a compliment. You’re not so bad yourself, Colby. Seems like you have everything already figured out around here, huh?
I’m almost positive there are still people I haven’t met yet. If you are one of those people, then I’d like to introduce myself. I’m Danielle.
You’ve never gotten drunk before? Nice. Did you at least have fun drinking? But, you’re welcome. Anytime, Danielle.
I’ll be sure to watch out for that. People with accents are pretty cool. You just earned yourself some points.
Basically… but yeah, I actually did. Getting drunk on wine coolers wasn’t the best thing but I mean it was still pretty fun. Sydney is actually a pretty funny person to get drunk with.
I did? Ha, awesome! Gotta love earning some points. I think you’ve already earned yourself some just by having that hair on top of your head. Did you make any girls faint on your way here just by running your fingers through your hair? I’m sure you did.
Kayla narrowed her eyes at the other brunette, before her lips curled up into a small smirk. She enjoyed the feeling of making someone stammer, to throw them off completely they couldn’t speak properly. Danielle seemed to be the kind who could be easily overpowered. Kayla might have been abrasive, but she knew there were people much worse than she was, when it came to her attitude. Kayla almost felt a little bad for the girl. Almost. She was too pristine, so well put together, it seemed like. Kayla never liked that trait, she hated how some people could look so well put together. If she felt like shit, she’d look like shit, she’d let it to be known to everyone. If someone asked, and she snapped back at them, it wasn’t her fault they got offended. Kayla was brutally honest. Kayla was always brutally honest, and everyone knew it. If they didn’t, well, they would learn.
The girl took another drag of the cigarette, the bitter taste of smoke she had grown used to burning her throat. Kayla coughed into the crook of her arm, before she glanced over to the girl as she asked the question. Kayla let out a short laugh, raising her eyebrows at Danielle. “Yeah,” she paused, throwing the pack over to her. Had she smoked before? Kayla didn’t think so, but she figured relinquishing one cigarette for a bit of entertainment would be nice. She placed the cigarette between her lips, letting it rest there as she dug for her lighter, finally passing it to Danielle when she located it.
She watched silently as the girl lit the cigarette, asking her a question. “Try not to choke,” she warned, giving a mischievous smirk at the obvious beginner. Kayla folded her arms, and took the cigarette out of her mouth, dangling it between two fingers. “I like the beach,” she began, with a scoff, and an eye roll. “I just don’t like the people.” It wasn’t a lie, that’s what she genuinely thought. So what, if she just simply wanted to get out of the wretched place? San Francisco was shitty, and uneventful, and she was simply tired of it. She was tired of everything. “Why are you here?” She scowled, bringing the cigarette back up to her lips.
The smoke was harsh in her sober lungs, burning in her throat. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced but in some sort of masochistic way, she enjoyed the discomfort from the cigarette. “Try not to choke,” The words that came out from Kayla’s lips made her a little mad. Not really at her, necessarily. Just at the mere fact that it was obviously knowledgeable that Danielle was a beginner at that kind of thing. Being innocent wasn’t the best thing in the world to be, especially in Florida. It seemed like everybody had done basically everything under the sun before they even turned seventeen years old. Which was the complete and polar opposite to Danielle. And everybody knew it.
“Makes sense,” She replied, nonchalantly nodding along with her words before taking another small puff from the cigarette that was placed between her manicured fingers. “Me? Well… I guess you could say I wanted to get out. I felt like I was being completely imprisoned back in Nashville and that everything was the same. Nothing ever changed. And I honestly just wanted a nice change of scenery and people as well,” Danielle explained, raising an eyebrow casually before readjusting her body against the rough roof. “I’ve basically already begun on the whole change stuff.” She added, looking over at Kayla, hoping that she wouldn’t get some sort of sarcastic response that made her feel utterly stupid for once.
In all actuality, Danielle could see herself becoming semi-good friends with Kayla. Sure she was rough around the edges but who really wasn’t? Everyone is— just some people are better at hiding it than others. Simple as that.
I’ll bring the booze to liven you up.
Sounds like a solid plan to me, Winters.
I’m sure you’ll do a lot of things this summer and try new things as well. So I wouldn’t worry about that. You don’t seem lame to me, at all.
Ah, Nashville. You don’t seem like you would be from there, to be honest but nice.
Yeah, you’re probably right. I mean, I actually got drunk for the first time last night so… I guess I’m kind of getting a head start on trying new things already. You don’t? Well, thanks, Ryker. That’s sweet.
I know! It’s kinda weird. But you’ll definitely notice sometime, I’ll say some words in a semi-Nashville like accent. It’s kind of rare though. But you’ll just have to pay attention, I guess.