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Chapter 25~kids, the drunk and the angry...
I haven't had this much fun in a long time.
We had realised that we needed to leave soon so we spent every hour and every minute doing something worth remembering.
We had gone surfing...
•°•°Flashback°•°•
"I can't do it!" I yelled, my eyes growing wide at the huge wave that would kill us.
"Don't be a chicken Princess!" Hunter laughed will laying on his board and heading in the direction of the wave.
I glared at him and followed feeling nervous as fuck.
"We're going to die!!" I screamed
"See you in hell then!" He grinned and got on his board, shouting in excitement.
•°•°end of flashback°•°•
Toured the whole city...
•°•°flashback°•°•
"Hunter shut up! They're gonna hear us" I whisper yelled as I took in the amazing decor of the lolani palace.
"We're not supposed to be here!" He looked pale as he tugged on his hair in frustration.
"Shh who cares? I've always wanted to see this place" I mumbled in amazement as my fingers grazed the painting on the wall.
"You can! Just not in the middle of the night! In the restricted section!" He yelled in frustration.
My eyes widened at how loud he was, "You little-"
"Hey! Who's there?!" An unwanted deep male voice yelled from behind us.
I squealed in excitement and pushed the ski mask down my face, grabbed Hunter's hand and took off.
"I knew it! I knew we'd get caught!" He yelled running beside me.
I laughed, "just shut up and run!"
•°•°end of flashback°•°•
Dinners and movie nights...
•°•°flashback°•°•
"Aquaman!" I yelled.
"X-Men!" He yelled back.
"Aquaman!" I threw the movie box, he dodged and did the same.
"X-Men!" He yelled even louder.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! I thought you'd be thrilled to watch a DC movie" I said remembering distinctly how he said it was better than marvel.
"What the hell is wrong with me?! What the hell is wrong with you! Aquaman over X-Men? Are you mental?!"
"Aquaman is amazing!" I glared at him and dodged the popcorn that came flying at me, throwing it back.
"He's a fucking fish!" He dumped the whole bowl on me and I stilled.
"You're in deep shit now" I said lowly and he gulped.
•°•°end of flashback°•°•
We ended up watching Transformers and fell asleep snuggling and covered in popcorn.
That wasn't weird at all...
From snorkeling, bowling, cycling, sky diving, mountain climbing, aquariums, zoos, we still always managed to end up on the same beach ever since the day we went to the Base.
Oh did I forget to mention that I got my cast off?
I went for a scan and the doctors told me it was fine to take it off but not advisable, I still took it off and I'm glad I did.
I wouldn't have been able to do all we did for the past 4 days.
We're leaving in two days, meaning we would be back on Christmas Eve.
I had already bought everyone Christmas presents and I even got my tangled mop treated.
And might I say I looked amazing with red tips.
The new and improved me.
I couldn't help but feel like when we got back there I would go back to my depressed state but Hunter assured me that we could come back whenever we want and that was enough for me to feel lighter.
Though I couldn't shake of the feeling that we were being followed. Everywhere I went, I felt eyes watching me.
I told Hunter but he said and I quote, "you're the most beautiful girl here Princess, it's expected"
He is such a flirt.
We also haven't seen any of Hunter's friends since that night and it made Hunter less tense all the time. Well except Leo, but Leo was really cool and we all seemed to get along well.
He left two days ago, but with the promise that he would see me again.
I really miss that idiot.
Luckily for us, Miss fiance hasn't made an appearance too.
It's what stops me from doing some things, the fact that he has a fiance.
Sure she may be a bitch, but she's engaged to him and no one deserves to be cheated on.
So I make sure to always keep my distance.
But the more I try, the more difficult it becomes.
Hunter hasn't told me his story yet though...
And I haven't told him mine either, so I'm guessing we're still in the 'really good friends but won't spill our darkest secrets' stage.
I'll tell him though...
Soon.
"Bitch!" I heard Hunter's voice from downstairs and I rolled my eyes.
"What is it asshole?!" I yelled back.
"Time to put that dress I bought you to use!"
I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.
"Be ready in ten!"
"Twenty!" I yelled back, getting up and realizing I hadn't showered and it was 6 in the evening.
"Damn" I muttered, throwing my clothes about looking for the dress he bought me.
"Ha!" I exclaimed once I found it and lay it down on my bed.
I headed towards the shower but stopped when I saw a pair of black stilettos.
Huh... I didn't know I brought that along.
I haven't worn heels in what feels like forever, I could feel the gorgeous footware calling out to me and I snapped, grabbing it.
This better be worth it.
•°•°•°•°•°•°
"You look horrible" we said at the same time once we laid eyes on each other and I grinned noticing the faint pink on his cheeks.
"Thank you" I walked ahead of him and headed towards the door, feeling the weight of his stare on my back.
He didn't look horrible at all, that's for sure but like hell I'm going to tell him that.
His ego was already the size of China, no need to inflate it the more.
Looking up I noticed Hunter whiz past me and rush to the door, opening it and offering me his hand
I raised an eyebrow and walked to the other door, opening it and hopping inside, "you don't expect me to drive, do you? I don't know where we're going" I gave him a questioning look.
Hunter then seemed to realize he was opening the driver door and his whole face turned beet red.
I chuckled and opened my phone, replying Jake with a middle finger.
The ride was quiet, and it took all my willpower not to laugh.
He cleared his throat, "so, umm"
I turned slightly to take in his flustered appearance and smirked, "I hope your driving isn't as terrible as your filling up akward silences, asshole"
He glared at me and gripped the steering wheel, "you look absolutely breathtaking" he muttered.
Not expecting that at all, I stared at him with wide eyes and turned back and looked out the window, "t-thanks" I replied shakily.
Nothing else was said the remaining of the car ride and we lapsed into a comfortable silence.
Not long after we pulled up in front of an elegant looking what I'm assuming restaurant.
I noticed some of the people passing, giving Hunter a smile before entering the restaurant, their diamond earrings shimmering.
Yeah... I noticed that he's really well known in this place.
Hunter came to my door and opened it, offering me a hand.
I placed my heel out elegantly and took his hand, both of us walking down the red carpet to the restaurant after Hunter gave the keys to the valet.
Well, I guess I'll have to be posh for tonight...the food better be worth it.
I raised an eyebrow as a waitress showed us to our table without any questions.
"Don't you have to make reservations here?" I questioned, taking a seat in the chair he'd drawn out for me.
Someone is really chivalrous tonight...
"They recognize me here" he mumbled, taking his own seat.
An awkward silence followed and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat at the numerous of side eyes being given to us.
Some even having the audacity to whisper, with disgusted looks on their faces as they gazed at me.
Oh great. Some of them recognize me...
"Good evening Mr Black, Mrs Black, what can I get you for starters?" I fairly young man in a waiters uniform asked us with a smirk, amusement dancing in his eyes.
My eyes widened and I choked on the water I was drinking, careful not to spit it out and swallowed, clearing my throat.
"We-"
"Just get us my usual Tom" Hunter muttered angrily and rolled his eyes.
He nodded his head.
"And wipe that damn smirk of your face" he glared at him, watching him leave.
I looked at Hunter curiously, "so what's the deal?"
He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.
"I'm not a damn fool green eyes, ever since we stepped foot on this Island, I've noticed the way everyone seems to know you"
"Green eyes?" He said in amusement and I glared at him.
"I-"
"And don't give me that crap about you come here alot, something happened here... You're a little too famous for a reoccurring tourist" I gave him a look as I smiled happily at the food being placed before me.
He sighed.
"There was...a period of my life when I was going through a... rough patch?"
I raised an eyebrow but nodded my head at him to continue.
After a few seconds of him struggling, he dropped his fork with a loud clatter and tugged on his hair in frustration.
"Okay, let me just be honest with you princess, it was exactly 3 years ago" he said sharply.
"My mother died and my...friend died too" he said darkly.
"Friend, like girlfriend? It's that girl in the picture isn't it..." I said in barely a whisper.
The one he was obviously still emotionally attached to.
He tensed up and went rigid so I'm guessing he heard me.
"Yes" he said in the weakest voice I'd ever heard him muster.
"She was the love of my life, my best friend, my soulmate" he continued and I felt myself starting to loose my appetite.
"We'd known each other since we were in diapers, she was the light to my once then happy life" his eyes met mine but I looked away.
I guess that's why he's with Izzy then, he has a fetish for blo-
Realization struck me instantly.
"Is she, she isn't...she's Izzy's sister, isn't she?" Shocked to the core.
He nodded, still avoiding my eyes.
"Dear old father didn't waste time in adjusting the contract and engaging me with her younger sister" he said bitterly.
That is really screwed up...
"I was engaged to Sophie first, and in the beginning I hated it...but I grew to love her, I loved her so damn much" he whispered in pain.
Starting feel a little irritated for no reason...
"Then she died because of me, she died because of me" he said angrily.
Oh.
"They both died, because of me"
"The two most important women in my life died because of me" he whispered harshly slamming his fork into his chicken and closing his eyes.
Poor chicken though...
"Hunter...what happened that night?" I asked gently, unable to keep my curiosity at bay any longer.
His angry green eyes connected with mine and he glared at me, "that is none of your business" he snapped angrily at me and I flinched.
"I'm sorry...it isn't my place to ask" I said softly.
His eyes softened and he placed his hand over mine.
"I spent my junior year on this Island, I brought Izzy here with me, and I started doing the craziest of things"
"I met with the wrong kind of people, and did the wrongest things. Father sent me here to grieve, a nice little cabin and a seashore to calm me down"
"Little did he know sending me here was the worst mistake he would ever make, especially sending me down with Izzy" he laughed darkly.
"Grieve together he said, comfort each other he said. Oh we grieved alright" he took a sip of his champagne.
"We did drugs, drank away our sorrows every hour, shoplifted, got arrested like a billion times, dined in the most expensive places, bought the most expensive items-"
"Let me guess? You became a manwhore and slept with every girl you crossed paths with" I said in amusement at this cliche but understandable way of grieving I've seen a lot of people take.
"God no" he said looking a little disgusted and I raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
"I did sleep with Izzy though...and Layla, both of which I was heavily intoxicated and couldn't remember a thing the next day"
"Called it" I said tauntingly.
"But they were the only two though, I couldn't stand the idea of other girls" he shivered.
Huh.
"It was like this amazing guilt crashed down on me everytime a girl looked my way" he muttered.
I gave a small laugh.
"I came back to town after my dad had had enough of the dozens of magazines and newspapers with my name plastered on the front page, only for him to drag me to a god awful ball I didn't want to attend"
I had a feeling where this was going...
He smirked at me.
"The youngsters had gathered in a room and I had no intention of socializing, so I stayed hidden"
"How brave of you" I drawled, taking a spoon of the chocolate icecream I ordered for dessert.
"I heard the most amazing voice that night though"
I nearly choked on my spoon.
"I couldn't explain it, it's like I was drawn to it. Drawn to a dark skinned goddess with unruly curly hair and the most gorgeous brown eyes"
Oh boy...
"She inspired me to sing for some reason, I didn't know I was even doing it until I made eye contact with this same girl in the middle of the song, almost like she was reaching out to me through the song" his beautiful eyes pierced through mine, making me feel weak.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"And I didn't think I'll see her again, and my, my, you should have seen my surprise when the clumsy, drunk thing nearly knocked me over" he said in amusement.
I bit my lip in embarrassment.
"She was a bit weird though... I even caught her talking to the floor..." He didn't even hide the grin that spread across his face.
"Though for a drunk, clumsy, weird girl she did know how to get a guy's attention" he said mockingly and my eyebrows shot up.
"Wh-what exactly happened that night?" I said, biting the inside of my cheek.
"Nothing of great importance, you were just very...truthful" he burst out laughing and I grew annoyed that I had no idea what he was talking about.
"While I was drunk?"
"Hmm, well I'll tell you something you told me that night about truthfulness"
He pursed his lips and batted his eyelish, clearing his throat and I started to feel anxious.
"Let me tell you something, green eyes. Only three kind of people tell the truth in this life, kids, the drunk and the angry. So if I'm telling you you're super hot, it's the damn truth!" He said in a high pitched voice.
I paled while he burst out laughing.
"You were by far, the highlight of that party for me" he continued laughing
"Too bad I don't remember half of it..." I muttered.
He stopped laughing immediately and I looked at him curiously.
"Hunter...you wouldn't happen to know why I can't remember much of that night, would you?" I asked, suspicious.
He shrugged, "you were really drunk princess" he avoided my gaze and I instantly smelt cap.
"But I always remember, even after tons and tons of alcohol" I pressed on.
"Let's get out of here" he suddenly blurted and I sighed, deciding to let it go for now.
"Where?" I half smiled.
"Away from these hawk eyes, that's for sure" he muttered and I chuckled.
"The life of a celebrity" I said flipping my hair.
Well...porn star, but same thing right? I thought miserably.
"The only thing you're famous for is how big you're cheeks get when you're stuffing them with chocolate" he muttered.
I slowly lowered my spoon and swallowed.
That explains the disgusted looks that increased tenfold...
Oh well.
I shrugged and continued to stuff my face and Hunter laughed.
Then his eyes lit up and he smiled, "beach?"
I smiled too, feeling a sense of belonging and happiness.
"Beach"
•°•°•°•°•°
"I am inevitable!" I yelled as Hunter chased me, with a pissed of but playful face.
"Well, I'm Iron Man you bitch!" He yelled back.
I squealed when I felt the different shells hit my back.
The sand felt warm as I ran on it with my bare feet, my heels long gone.
I looked behind me to see how close he was and then I felt my body collide with someone else's.
"Shit. I'm so-"
"Stephy?! Stephanie Roberts?!" An excited squeal exclaimed latching themselves unto me.
I cringed at the old name I strictly went by, because Veronica felt Stephanie was too long for a popular's name.
Steph was too common as well. Insert eye roll here.
I look down at the excited face of a young girl with braces and huge thick rimmed purple glasses.
When she saw my confused stare, her shoulders immediately slumped, "Vicky?, Victoria Devane? You don't remember me?"
It immediately clicked and I panicked.
Holy Fuck.
Why the hell is Veronica's sister here.
She looked expectantly at me and I froze, "I-I"
"Pickle! Pickle! Pickle there you are" I saw Hunter walk over to us and put an arm over my shoulder.
What the-
"Pinocchio? Who's this?" Hunter asked me, his gaze on Vicky.
"Pinocchio? Pickle? Her name is Stephanie" Vicky said irritatedly, glaring at Hunter.
"Um no, her name is Pinocchio Perry, and I'm Roger Perry her brother" Hunter said, looking at Vick like she was crazy.
Oh. Oh shit.
"Perry?" I whispered.
"I was thinking of a platypus before, it's the first thing that came to mind. Deal with it" he hissed under his breath.
I grinned at her trying to act as convincing as possible, "yes, but I go by Pick, he just loves annoying me by calling me Pickle" I muttered annoyed.
She looked at both of us shock written on her face.
"Older brothers, am I right?" I elbowed him with a playful expression and grinned at me planting a kiss to my cheek.
"Love ya too sis" he grinned.
"But...you both look nothing alike" she said smugly crossing her arms across her chest.
I immediately pretended to be sad, "y-yes, my parents died two months ago...The Perry family decided to take me in seeing as I'm like a daughter to them" Tears rimmed my eyes.
Hunter looked angry and pulled me into a hug, "look what you did?! Who the hell are you anyways?!" He said angrily while I hid my smile in his chest, laughing.
Obviously the poor girl thought I was crying because of the shaking of my shoulders and gasped, "I-I'm so sorry"
A look of devestation was on her face when I turned to face her, tears of laughter rolling down my eyes.
"It's just that you look so much like her! So so much, you could pass of as twins in fact!" She exclaimed.
I sniffed, "I get that alot" I smiled softly at her. "I really should google this girl, shouldn't I?"
"I just miss her terribly you see, she was my best friend and she just disappeared into thin air! She left me all alone with my dreadful sister and snotty mother and father" she wailed.
Oh Vicky...
I engulfed her in a hug, clinging unto one of the good things of my dreadful past.
"I'm sorry dear" I said, "everything will be alright"
"You don't understand, Ronnie is horrible now especially now that Brandon's dumped her and disappeared too. Everything is falling apart! Father has gone bankrupt and mother's brought home a new man every week!" She cried into my shoulder.
I stroked her hair, my darling Vicky...
Hol up. Brandon's dumped Ver? And disappeared? What fuckery has been going on while I've been gone.
She pulled away from me and wiped her tears, "I'm so sorry Miss, crying unto you like that! How improper!" She said in her thick English accent that I missed so much.
She goes to a posh boarding school in England, where her mom hopes she blossoms into an elegant lady like her elder sister.
Elegant my ass.
Hunter's phone rang out and he took it out taking the call while giving me an encouraging smile.
Vicky suddenly laughed, "How silly of me to think you were Stephy" she giggled.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Not to be rude but Stephy would never be caught dead in those clothes"
Well. Hmph.
Realization dawned on her face and she shook her head in horror, "oh I didn't mean it like that, I meant black. She would never be caught dead in an all black attire"
Liitle did she know...
"Oh and the hair! Stephy always hated her natural curls, making sure to always straighten it or put it in braids. She is very beautiful" Vicky said with a smile and I smiled back.
"Thank you" I said.
Wait, shit.
"Wha-"
"You said I looked exactly like her, so..." I said quickly covering up my slip up.
"Oh of course, I should get going now. It was lovely to meet you Miss Pickle, thank you for listening to my dreadful whining" she grinned.
"It's no problem dear" I smiled.
"By the way, I love the red tips on you. Maybe if I find Stephy one day, I'll suggest it to her" she winked and walked away.
Sigh.
My quirky 13 year old friend, I need to find a way to help her...
I turned around to Hunter, " You asshole! Pickle?! Really?! I will castrate you, you son of a-" I stopped speaking when I saw Hunter's grave expression.
"Hunter? Hey, what's wrong?"
He fell to his knees and I put my hands on his shoulders bending down to his eye level, "hey, tell me what's wrong"I said softly, my hand stroking his cheek.
"She-she I-I" Tears fell down his eyes and I wrapped my arms around him.
"Shh, it's okay. Tell me when you're ready, okay?" I stroked his hair.
Hunter cried into my shoulder, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.
Now I was really worried.
"Hunter, I-"
"She's dead!" He yelled out and I froze.
"Hunter, who-who's dead?" I said shakily.
A beat passed.
"Ruby. Ruby's dead, Princess" he whispered.
No. No. No. No.
Ruby's fine, her and Rebecca were snuggled up watching Tangled the last time I saw her.
She was laughing, she was happy with her daughter, with her life.
I couldn't accept that,
Hunter's second chance at a mother.
Is dead
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