Beach side Love

new beginnings

*WARNING TRIGGERS* R*ape, s*x, Dr*gs, pr*gnancy, Ab*rtions, miscarr*ages, Ab*se, Alc*hol, Gru*some.... if you are not able to read these themes without being triggered or offended please do not read this for your safety .  thank you. if you are willing to read, enjoy~

 The city was filled with music as the festival had geared up thru the day and unto the night. Crowds had gathered as fireworks went off by the small island near the beach. A silhouette followed behind a small group of friends. "We should go swim up to the island!" one girl said, the others had mixed feelings about it, eventually giving up on the law breaking and sat upon the rocks to watch the display. The one dragging behind felt the sharp salty wind and stuck out his tongue. "Hey guys, I'm thirsty." he said, no response. Figures they always ignored him anyways. He turned back towards the crowds and found a small drink kiosk like bar across the way. "Water please." he murmured and the guy at the bar grinned. "Tough night?" he made small conversation and handed him a washcloth to wipe off the dusty sand off his face.

 After a long shift of life guarding, hazel was sitting at the beach bar, sulking about having to work during the summer. She was drinking a pina colada that her friend,the bartender, from college made for her. She was annoyed and tired of dealing with toddlers that were running out into the water with their parents preoccupied on their phones. She was about to call it a night, down her alcohol, and drive home, when a guy walked up and ordered water. She giggled at the fact that the guy didn't even attempt to order alcohol, because that was tim's favorite story time when he usually makes her drinks.

 Hunter tried to drown out the noise for a moment, dusting off his jet black hair. He didn't see his friends in the rocks and wondered if they did run off to the island, feeling partially responsible for them. They didn't bother to contact him or make sure he was okay so fuck them. He looked back over at the bartender and noticed a girl giggling at him, great, she was probably talking smack too. He waved at the bartender and dug into his pocket knowing what was coming his way, damn baby face. "Can I get a sweet and sour vodka?"

Hazel outwardly giggled on accident and quickly took a sip of her drink to cover herself. "Ooh a naughty one we have here hay hay." Tim said looking at Hunter and then at Hazel, making her irked at the stupid nickname he has been calling her since middle school, making her throw the cherry off her drink at him. " hey hay hay no need to be mean' then he looked back at Hunter "soo, where's your mommy? You may have pulled this off if you brought her to order your drink, sunny."

Hunter's eyebrows furrowed annoyed, do not punch the bartender Hunter...you don't need another mark on your record. He sighed and took out his ID and slid it over to Tim. "If I was a kid, I would've asked for smirnoff or some weak shit. I have been legal for 2 years, don't let the baby face fool you. And as for my mommy, she's probably enjoying her vacation so I can't exactly bring her with me if she's thousands of miles away." He opened his wallet and pulled out a $50 bill and hovered it over the tip jar.

Tim took the id and before checking if it was real saw Hunter pull out the money and waved it around as a tease. Tim sighed. "My bad, I don't often read the situation wrong." i'll get the drink for you." Tim started making Hunter's drink and Hazel scoffed, " no need to wave your money around to show your value." Hazel downed the rest of her drink, put off by the amount of testosterone at the bar now. Tim then slid Hunter's drink to him along with his id.

Hunter moved his hand away from the tip jar, she sounds so much like Maggie, it turned his stomach slightly. "Sorry." he paid for his drink and took back his ID. When she looked away, he slid the $50 at Tim. "Thanks for not giving me too a hard time bud." he took a swig, he had lost his buzz from his friend's antics and wanted to feel the good buzz again. He spotted his "friends" and wished he could slip away fast enough. "HUNTY!!" the girl said running over to the bar. "Get me something won't you?" she winked. "Same! Come on Hunter! Let's get another round, you'll pay right?" the other girl giggled and the guy with Hunter grabbed him around the neck. "Come on bud~ you wouldn't want Maggie to find out you didn't give her brother a drink!" Hunter's icy blue gaze dropped. "You are all minors still.." The group groaned, egging him on.

 Hazel heard Hunter's possy calling from him and when they arrived, with her nosy antics, she found out his name was Hunter by the taller guy. Hazel waved her finger towards herself to get Tim's attention. Ever clear. 2 shots. now ..... Tim whispered, " sorry he sounds taken by the Maggie girl" Hazel smacks him on the arm and whispers back "shut it i need no one" Tim gave her the look " mhm whatever" Tim's attention went to the group when Hunter announced they were underage. Tim cleared his throat to get the group's attention and pointed at the sign behind him that stated ( 21 AND UP) " none of you are worth my job. Get lost." Tim then grabbed shot glasses filled them with ever clear and put them in front of Hazel. " you better stay here a while, i don't want to explain to your dad how i let you drive drunk."

 Hunter's posse looked over at Tim. "Man, what a buzzkill. Hunter, hey, Hunty, spare some cash so we can get some?" Hunter had enough. "I've had it with you all, the only reason you stick around me is for the money, you guys didn't even notice I left, I don't exist unless you need something from me. Go ahead and rat me out to Maggie, like I give a shit." he looked at the group, feeling his inner anxiety kicking into high gear. The guy scoffed and called him a "pussy." and the girls frowned, saying he's no fun like this and fine, they don't need him. Hunter turned around to the bar and got hit on the back of the head by the taller guy. "Fuck you Hunter!" and took off running. Hunter's vision blurred for a moment and he touched his head, feeling the sticky substance he was all too familiar with-blood. He looked up at Tim. "You got that washcloth from earlier?" He looked down at his phone and flipped it open, taking a pic and sending it to Maggie. "H: Your douche bag edge lord brother did this- I don't want to deal with those kids anymore." and hit send.