505 days ~ irwin

457 days before

this isn't the only series that I'm working on there is so much in story just you wait.

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Brinley

"Just forgive him already and fuck or something, isn't that what you two do anyways? Breakup then have a makeout sesh near that park." Riley says. She sips her over priced smoothie from the pier as we walk down the dock. 

"Uhm, no. We don't do that because we have class and respect, Riley. And I can't forgive him because he didn't even apologise, well technically he did but not since the fight." 

The wind was heavy, but I didn't mind because it was so hot today in New South Wales. Riley and I usually go to the beaches whenever we have time to and we'll just relax by the water or chill on the dock. We try our hardest to come up here all the time but it's kind of far away. Ever since Luke brought me here (late last year) I couldn't stop coming up here. It was genuinely beautiful and I can't remember a time when it was ever a bad day, this place could always brighten my day and it was nothing compared to inside the city of Sydney. Since then I dragged Riley with me here frequently, we both agree that it was the best relaxation place we could adventure off to, plus we knew nobody so we could do whatever and not get judged, not that it ever stopped us before. 

"Have you ever brought Ash up here before?" 

'No, why?" I pull the hair my cheek, the wind kept blowing in the wrong direction. 

"Well you were saying how you bring people up here because it's your escape and when you trust them enough, you'll expose them to your hidden hideaway." She says with a hint of sarcasm, followed by hand quotes over the word "hidden hideaway"

No one ever comes around here, I guess that's why i like it so much. Maybe they're all scared of me because their families see me then run. It's so peaceful here, I wish I could just be burried here when I die. 

"Yeah but that's different, this is where I can hideaway for ages and people would just know that I'm having a "Brin moment"" --which is what my friends like to call it when I break down-- "so I don't want to bring ash here because this is my place and it's somewhere I can be alone and away from it all, even just for a short amount of time." 

"Oh." Was her only response. I wouldn't know what to say either if I was talking to myself, sometimes my thoughts aren't on the same level as everyone else so a lot of people don't really understand my brain. It's just so full of shit that I now analyze shit that doesn't need to be read into that far. 

"Anyways, whens the last time we night surfed, mate?" 

"It's the middle of the damn day, Brin." Riley says.

"No shit Sherlock, but I'm saying lets venture for a while then come back here and night surf." I was overly enthusiastic, but sometimes I'm way too ambitious, but I don't think so. I just think that people aren't thinking big enough.

"On a school night?" She started to talk to me as if I was five years old and had a brain the mere size of a cashew nut.

"I suppose you're right." I talked with a mouth of sarcasm, hoping that she would finally understand how sarcastic I am most of the time. "Well, lets at least catch a couple waves before you drag me back to hell." I get a grip on her arm and run, realising that she probably won't be able to keep up with my child energy that I've kept ever since I was in my toddler days. 

Truth was that I just needed something or someone to keep my mind off Ashton. 

It's been 15 days now and I'm starting to worry that this will be a replay of year 10 and year 11, but I shake the thoughts out of my head. 

This is the place of peace, and serenity. A place where you don't need any money to enter, you don't need to leave you shoes at the front of the door, you don't need a minimum ticket fee of $25, you just need to leave everything behind before you step on the white sand, you just need to relieve all the pain you have endured before you enter into the clear blue waters. 

This is my surfers paradise.