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[EFFY GRACE WALSH]

COS I WON'T RUNAWAY. COWARDS RUNAWAY. OH, NOT ME, BABY. NOT ME.
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If any one had asked her, Effy probably wouldn't have told them. But she really enjoyed being by herself. Especially on warm nights like these, where the beach was calling and she had some free time and no classes in the morning. Watching the sunset was nice and all, but there were always sketchy couples doing couple-y things on the beach and it depressed her. Not that she wanted a relationship (seeing as how well her last one had turned out), but it would still be nice to cuddle and have someone to say cute things to her. Did she miss her ex? Fuck, why was she even thinking about this? Shaking her head, the girl stretched out, seeking a more comfortable position on the mexican blanket that she had brought with her to the shore. She had parked her red jeep up in the lot, and had been laying on the sand for about an hour. She had found a nice, secluded spot, and didn't particularly think that she would be disturbed by anyone. In the back of her mind, she imagined that someone would come along and join her. She would make a new friend, a new smoking buddy, just something. It was part of the whole 'being in a new place' thing. But it was extremely strange to be going into junior year without knowing many people.

It was honestly starting to get a little lonely, but she didn't really mind. None of her other buddies were around, she had really wanted to find someone to smoke with but that hadn't happened. So instead she had bought a pack of black and milds at the gas station and a new lighter with a trippy green and purple pattern. She had considered buying rolling papers, but decided against it.

Laying there on the blanket, Effy appraised her outfit with a quick upward glance. She was wearing her indie-kid finest, when Effy had dressed herself earlier that day it was with an amused sort of smirk that she had pulled her black slouchy cotton, it fell off one shoulder exposing her tiedye bikini underneath. and she wore cuttoff denim shorts that she had cut herself, they were a little uneven and probably too short but she liked them nonetheless. On her wrist was the large amount of random bracelets, most made of embroidery floss but some with weird beads. She seemed to collect them throughout recent years.

It was perfect for the warm weather, and Effy realized this. Tucking her sweatshirt under her head, she looked at the sky. The sun was now completely set, and it was starting to look like actual night. Flicking her new lighter on and off, she considered taking the safety off.

The morning was going to come early. She wasn't looking forward to getting up and going to school. Rolling the idea of skipping her first class around in her head, she decided against it. She had already missed too many classes and it was early in the year. Stupid, the girl thought to herself, that she had to even go to school. While some classes were interesting, most of the teachers hated their jobs and hated the students even more. Why bother learning from someone that doesn't even enjoy what their teaching, where was the point, exactly?

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[CALEB RYAN HERRINGTON]

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The clock struck eight as Caleb was listening to music while in his room doing some ab workouts. If Caleb was ever really dedicated to something besides women, it was working out. He wasn’t the type of guy to want abnormally huge muscles where he looks as if he inflated himself with helium, no not at all, he just enjoyed being fit especially if he was into underground fighting. If you were weak, you had no chance of making money, and who doesn’t need money to survive nowadays? Seeing as how Caleb hated permanent schedules and strict rules, he rarely was ever able to keep a steady job, fighting he knew, and knew very well.

As Caleb finished a set of pull-ups, he took a pause grabbing his water bottle and twisting off the cap as he opened the balcony to get some fresh air. The weather was almost perfect, not too hot or too cold, stepping out onto his third floor balcony wearing nothing but black basketball shorts, Caleb rested his hands on the balcony railing taking a look at the sun as it had finished setting. A small distance away was the beach, it didn’t seem to crowded as most of the people who go to tan and swim around seemed to have packed up their things and go home. I could squeeze in a run he thought to himself as he slowly removed his fingertips from the railing.

And that’s what he was going to do. Without wasting any more time, Caleb removed his ipod from his ispeakers and picked up his keys and headphones and headed out of his room. He picked up a light black hoody as he slid his feet in a pair of black sneakers and opened the door headed to the beach. While walking, Caleb placed his ipod on shuffle mixing different rock, pop, r&B, hip hop songs that he had synced in the past month. Plugging his earphones in each ear, Caleb began a slow jog to the beach listening to ‘She Will’ by Lil Wayne ft. Drake. Minutes later Caleb’s feet landed in the sand as his conclusion about the beach being nearly empty was correct.

There were a few people, couples mostly doing what usual couples do. Caleb didn’t really give it any attention as he continued his jog, breathing in and out enjoying the weather, the view, his music, and the cute girl lying down on the beach to his left….wait, cute girl, alone? He noticed her facial features by the flame igniting some light on her face, but what was she doing all alone? Caleb slowed down his steps thinking of a plan to get her attention. As he started walking normally, he caught his breath and slowed down his steps but not stopping casually saying “you know what they say about playing with fire right?” he stated as he slid his hands in his pockets not giving her direct eye contact but instead looking at the ocean lit up by the moon….

[EFFY GRACE WALSH]

COS I WON'T RUNAWAY. COWARDS RUNAWAY. OH, NOT ME, BABY. NOT ME.
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The light from her lighter wasn't as strong as it had been a few days ago. That meant that she had been smoking far too much. Usually it took a few weeks to kill a Bic, but Effy had managed to do so in a matter of a few days. And most of the time she had been alone, which was weird for her. Being by herself was not a natural habit of the girl, because she was an incredibly social person. Usually she surrounded herself with her friends, because if she didn't, then she'd have to go home. And home was usually pretty empty, and quiet. Not that she was complaining, because solitude was an interesting experience to have. But in this new place, she didn't know everyone. There was this inane focus on the social group that you were in, this weird fixation with changing your personality to fit into the proper box that had been laid out for you. Effy remembered this about schools that she had gone to in the past-- and had ignored them. Boarding school had been the worst for that kind of thing. The girls were catty, and the boys were all manwhores. But Eff had managed to find some people more like herself-- the ones that were beyond the damn expectations. She had found the fun kids, shame that she had gotten kicked out.

Taking out the keys to her jeep, she held the lighter up to eye level. Then, carefully, she pried the metal up that held the safety down. From there, she pulled the curved metal out of the lighter. Satisfied, she tossed that aside and tested the flame. Yes, it seemed smoother now, and the flame reached a greater height. Holding it loosely in her right hand, and absentmindedly flicking it on and off, the girl let her mind wander again, focusing blandly on the sky above her head.

It would be interesting if it started raining right now, she thought to herself. It rarely rained in this place, this she had noticed a few weeks after she had moved here. And that was kind of depressing in a way, because her favourite weather was probably the rainy times when you could just snuggle into bed with a book or a boy and just lay there. If you had someone else, you could just talk about everything and anything. She missed that-- the aspect of having one other person there for you no matter what. But as she constantly had to remind herself, relationships took work, and in the end were rarely worth it. The beach was populated right now with couples in relationships. There were many people sharing a blanket, doing couple-y things. Most people were hooking up. Oh, she missed that too. But not as much as the talking and the connection to another person. You could hook up with anyone, but it took something extra to have the connection.

Tired with the track that her mind seemed to have taken too many times this evening, she drew out the cigar that she had been keeping in the pocket of the sweatshirt behind her head. It was sadly slightly misshapen from her forgetfulness, but that didn't matter. Contemplating the cigar, she glanced around her. In ten minutes she could turn this cigar into a spliff. Why the fuck not, she shrugged to herself, and proceeded to pull out a penknife and laid the grape flavored cigar on the blanket next to her. Absentmindedly flicking her lighter on and off, she contemplated her next move. But the sound of someone's unfamiliar voice startled her out of her task.

Glancing up, with a smirk on her lips at what the person had said to her, she realized that they weren't even looking at her. This amused the girl further, and she slid her sweatshirt over the blunt and the knife-- just in case this person was a cop or a narc-type. She considered replying in a cliche fashion, seeing as the question presented was right out of the movies. Instead, she smiled, and replied coquettishly, "I don't know, what do they say about playing with fire?" There was a healthy amount of sarcasm in her reply, but it was presented with an adorable Effy-smile, and good nature. Considering the person in front of her, she decided that he didn't look to be the narc-type, and she drew out the cigar. Splitting the outer layer of the cigar, she found the filter paper inside. It was pretty bad quality, so it didn't cut very evenly.

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[CALEB RYAN HERRINGTON]

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One thing that Caleb didn’t regret about moving to the O.C. would be the apartment he personally selected himself. It wasn’t in a too ghetto of a place where Caleb could easily slip and it wasn’t in the middle of Beverly Hills either where he might get police visits from constant music blaring and special odors from a very friendly plant called marijuana, only the best and smelliest blends of course. He was at peace with where he lived and didn’t have to worry about holding a gun like he used to in his old homes, but he still did, for security purposes. He never told anyone though, he kept that little fun fact to himself because he didn’t want to scare anyone or want anyone to annoy him about seeing the piece.

The view was the second best thing about his place; it was so close to the beach where if he ever felt too suffocated in his apartment, he could just walk over and jog or just sit and relax with the open view, and perhaps acquire some phone numbers from gorgeous women who he would always catch taking a peek at him. He would play the ‘you’re being naughty’ card and they would laugh at his jokes and comments giving him the go ahead to go in for the kill. The way he saw it was, if you could make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything, and he hasn’t been wrong about it yet. It’s all part of the plan he thought to himself as he was in dialogue with other females.

And the plan never failed. Girls will always prefer the bad boys as opposed to the good guys, something Caleb never really understood about females, but he didn’t mind as long as they were willing to meet his needs without any talks of a relationship. If Caleb ever considered a relationship, it had to be with someone who was as intellectually smart as he was. Caleb was street smart and book smart (surprisingly) but his effort at school made it appear otherwise. If he couldn’t hold conversations longer than five minutes with a female, he never bothered, he knew it wouldn’t last and in the end he would have wasted his time.

As he spoke and saw the girl form a smirk across her lips, it told him that she had somewhat of a sense of humor. Seeing her from up-close he realized that she was incredibly good looking, but this thought quickly vanished as he saw her try to hide something. Ah ah, bad girl he thought to himself. As Caleb looked around hearing her response, he looked down at her and bent his knees to be at the same height as her close to the ground. “A smart girl like you doesn’t know?….that’s a shame…..” he trailed as he saw her pulling out the cigar peaking his interest a little more. “…especially since you use fire constantly to get your own private party started…” he said with a sly smirk. This was going to be an interesting evening……

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[EFFY GRACE WALSH]

COS I WON'T RUNAWAY. COWARDS RUNAWAY. OH, NOT ME, BABY. NOT ME.
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She hadn't rolled a blunt in a while, so this might take longer that usual. Joints were what she was good at, whenever her friends wanted to go cruise she was always the one that was asked. Everyone threw in a half a gram and usually they rolled a fucking fat one. And sometimes they tossed in some tobacco for the buzz-- it was nice, an upper with the spaciness of the marijuana. Oh god, she thought to herself, realizing the various places her mind had just gone. She sounded like a stoner, which wasn't quite what she was. Merely she appreciated the plant and regarded it as something comparable to drinking-- but much more polite to you in the morning. When Effy drank she was usually hungover the next day. But that had mostly to do with her propensity to mix caffeine and alcohol. Like Four Lokos-- as soon as those hit the market she convinced her friend to buy her a case of it. And then proceeded to throw a party. Everyone was trashed and she downed a red bull along side of the drink itself. The night was hazy, and she regretted drinking so much, but it was an interesting story. Tilt was another beverage that she enjoyed, before she had sworn off mixing the two. Now she only drank the two together when she was going clubbing or needed excess energy.

Speaking of excess energy, she was lacking that this evening. Crossing her legs in front of her, Eff sat more comfortably. She vaguely regarded the person in front of her. He was cute, with short light coloured hair and pretty eyes. It was fairly dark though, so she couldn't really tell if she had met him previously. His voice was fairly deep, which she appreciated. Guys with deep voices were something that she prefered. Not that she was considering him as anything beyond a mere source of entertainment for the present moment. He had gone out of his way to talk to her, so she assumed that he was a charmer. And the next words out of his mouth-- flattery. She was amused, he seemed to have a decent sense of humor.

“…especially since you use fire constantly to get your own private party started…” This greatly amused her-- he knew what she was doing. Eff appreciated someone that knew how to roll a blunt. And he obviously knew exactly what she was doing. Smiling to herself, she busied herself at the task. She measured out a decent amount of the grape scented tobacco and set it aside. The rest of it she brushed off her blanket. "I don't know what you're talking about, sir. I don't see a party..." Amused, she even glanced around, pretending to see people. Taking out the part of the blunt that she actually needed, the rest of it was brushed off the blanket along with the excess tobacco. Glancing up at him, she quirked an eyebrow, "Thirty-seventy percent, or twenty-eighty?"

Eff legitimately figured that he would have no idea what exactly she was talking about. But she was mostly a twenty-eighty girl, sometimes twenty five. "I'll go twenty-eighty this time, i think." Twenty five percent tobacco and the rest medical grade trainwreck cannabis. She had found some cool kids with good contacts-- someone obviously with a med card. That was cool. She didn't smoke nearly enough to warrant getting one of those, not that she had any ailments that would make her eligible. "This is decent tobacco, too." She tossed a pinch of the stuff at the stranger.

Drawing out the little button bag out of the pocket in her sweatshirt where her cigar had been, she picked out the little tree of weed. A grinder would be lovely at this point, but she didn't have one so it wasn't worth wishing for one. Breaking up the plant, she mixed the tobacco and the weed together. And then she rolled the entirety of it into the blunt. Skipping a filter, she sealed it with her tongue. Finished, she appraised the object before her. It was a pretty decent size, and rolled pretty evenly. She was proud of herself on this one, it had been a while. Firing the outside of the blunt, she torched the end so it would burn even. Finally finished, the blonde turned her attention back to the boy.

Here was the part where she found out if this interaction would result in any benefits for her. She could smoke with someone else, that would be entertaining. Or if he didn't blaze, she could possibly get in trouble. But he already knew what she was doing, so obviously he had partaken in such things previously, so maybe she was safe. And he had already seen the illegal things, and hadn't reacted that badly. Fuck it, the girl said to herself.

Turning to the boy with the pretty eyes, she offered a wicked smile. With an arched eyebrow, she questioned him: "So you wanna join the party?" Proffering the cigar and the lighter a few inches in his direction, she waited for a reply.

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[CALEB RYAN HERRINGTON]

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One thing Caleb definitely did as a hobby was smoke weed. It was a way to numb his feelings and at the same time feel so at ease with everything. It was bad, but he liked the effect weed had over him. This being why he smoked occasionally a few times a week. As soon as you walk into his apartment you can smell a hint of what he had smoked, and he liked It that way, if others didn’t, others being girls, well he was more than happy to escort them back out. In New York, one of his good friends was a dealer, so Caleb always got a hell of a discount along with exotic tree.

This friend also sold brownies which were something Caleb preferred sometimes if he wanted to get high in public places without pulling out a blunt or a bowl and wondering who was looking. He did miss New York, but he just needed a change in scenery, he didn’t want to continuously be reminded of his past, which was not very good to begin with….or end with. But as they say, the past is the past, no use of trying to change it or think ‘what if’. Right now Caleb was only focused on the present, which involved the gorgeous blonde girl sitting all by herself on the beach with party favors, very nice party favors. He observed the girl’s body language and facial expressions revealing that she didn’t mind him talking to her at all, a plus for now.

When he finished talking, Caleb could see her amusement and knew that he wasn’t saying anything that wasn’t true, this girl was bad and bad was a magnet for Caleb. He heard her deny his accusation sarcastically looking around and he couldn’t help but laugh, she had a sense of humor that he enjoyed, which wasn’t easy to find in a girl around this area. He made himself comfortable and took a seat on the sand, he didn’t have any plans tonight so hanging out with his rather interesting girl didn’t seem so bad. She asked him a question about the tobacco amount. This girl knew her fair share in decent blunt making, he smirked as he placed his elbows on his knees and shrugged saying “the less the better right?”

He looked out onto the water enjoying the view while the girl was at work. She decided on the measurement and he just scratched his head not talking for a few seconds. People were starting to leave, he guessed it was past their bedtime or curfew. Turning his head back to the girl he leaned in a little, not taking over her space or anything and smirked as he said “does it always take you this long? I probably could have rolled two by now” . Caleb was a prick, he couldn’t help it. He laughed a little as she pinched some of the tobacco at him and he rubbed his face at her tobacco comment “then you shouldn’t let it go to waste like that, tsk tsk tsk bad girl” he continued on playfully shaking his head.

As the girl pulled out the blunt bag Caleb leaned back on the sand, resting his head on his hands looking at the sky, he figured if he stuck around this long, the girl would share, if she wasn’t planning on sharing she would have shooed him away by now, but she didn’t. A minute later he saw the lighter flicker again and it moving back and forth on the blunt. The girl turned around with a naughty smile and moved the blunt and lighter in his direction, he assumed she would want to take the first hit, but it seemed she was a lot more polite than other smokers.

He smirked and sat up “don’t mind if I do” he said as he grabbed the lighter and the blunt placing one end on his mouth and the lighter on the opposite end, the flame pushing out with ease as it burned against the blunt. Caleb took a long drag, as he always did, and let it sink in as he passed the objects to the girl and blew out the smoke upwards. Tonight wouldn’t be so boring after all…

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