❝You can hide here with the alcohol and drugs, pretending that your life isn't going to shit. But, when you need me, Rafe. I will still be here. Because deep down in your 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 heart, you know that this isn't the way it's suppose to go. You k...
It wasn't the stale air, the water, or the people —— it was the memories made. Everywhere Marcy went, every step her foot took, there was a memory.
The dock leading to the ferry was where Rafe first kissed Marcy when he was fifteen and she was fourteen. Afterwards, Rafe ignored her for a week straight while she cried herself to sleep, thinking she had done something wrong.
Looking back, almost every happy memory Marcy had with Rafe had a disappointing or sad ending. Their first date, at the country club, resulted in Rafe ditching her barely afterwards to play golf with Topper and Kelce. A conjoined family vacation to Hawaii went fine the first week, then Rafe ignored her the rest of the time and instead occupied himself with the girls on the beach. "This is a vacation, you're suppose to have fun. How am I suppose to have fun when you're you?" She could still hear his words clear as day, even with the incident having happened nearly four years ago.
But, sometimes Marcy still missed Rafe. It had been a year since they broke it off (or, well, since Marcy had stormed out and avoided him at all costs), and nearly a year since he left for college. College, something Marcy wasn't even ready to start thinking about.
"You okay, there, Mar?" Kiara asks from her position behind the counter of The Wreck, a restaurant and popular tourist attraction her parents own and run. Marcy runs her hand through her hair before nodding. "Yeah, just thinking about college," she lies, pushing herself up and moving to stand in front of Kiara —— or, well, in front of the counter separating the two.
Kie grins, shaking her head. "Can't you wait for senior year to start before you start fussin' about college?" She grabs a rag and pretends to wipe down the surface she leans against.
"Kie, I have to start working on my college essays at some point before school starts, because then I'll have absolutely no time with all the other work I'll have piled up," the first truth she's told.
Before Kiara can say another word, Mr. Carrera walks out from the back, making Kie toss the rag into a bucket and grab a straw from a container on the counter, holding it out to the girl in front of her. Marcy grabs it with a fake smile, turning around and looking down at the straw in confusion. Hopefully Mr. Carrera wouldn't notice that the girl hadn't actually ordered anything.
She set the straw on the table, starting to pack her bag and gather her things. Powering down her laptop, she stuffs it into her bookbag before slinging that over her shoulder. "Hey, Marcy," looking up at the use of her name, she rolls her eyes as they land on a grinning JJ Maybank.
"Hm, just when I thought my day couldn't get worse," she says sarcastically, tossing the straw at him. He catches it before setting it back down onto the table, following after Marcy as she cuts around tables and pushes open the exit to the diner.
"Aw, Mar, don't be like that," JJ whines, catching her by the arm and spinning her around until she's tucked under his arms with his chin resting on the top of her head.
She reluctantly hugs him back, her chubby arms hanging loosely around his thin waist. JJ moves so that a singular arm hangs around his waist while one of his sits on her shoulders, allowing the two to walk side-by-side. "There's a party happening at the boneyard, and I thought I'd let you know. In case you wanted to come, ya'know?"
Marcy doesn't particularly like the boneyard. That, too, held a lot of memories for her. She also doesn't like parties, or the party scene. She's a crazy drunk, and nobody has an issue with her embarrassing herself while under the influence. It's also close to the water, and at night while nobody is sober or thinking straight, it's the perfect recipe for disaster.
So, Marcy had three options. Not go at all, go and get drunk and hope to God Kiara doesn't let her embarrass herself, or go and babysit and be the "adult" she is.
"Who's all going?" She asks, dropping her hand from his waist as they slow down, nearing the parking lot. JJ squints as if thinking, stroking his chin. "The usual —— whoever knows about it," he says, nodding to himself.
"Hm, I'll think about it. Bye, J, try to stay safe," Marcy doesn't let him reply before she makes a beeline for her car, which stands out with it's deep purple color.
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When the sky finally starts darkening, Marcy leaves the Jason residence with only a quick "bye, love you" to a barely conscious mother and paper-work covered father. The drive to the boneyard is quick and the walk is even quicker. Parking a few blocks away, Marcy takes the time to let the fresh air clear her head before she has to endure the smell of vomit and cheap beer, and whatever drugs that might be brought.
"Aha, I knew you would come!" JJ exclaims happily as she approaches the group, declining the beer held out to her with a wave of her hand. "I had a choice?" She jokes, causing JJ to roll his eyes.
"Hey, Mar," John B slaps a hand down onto the girls shoulder and gives her a violent shake. Not wanting to fall, she lowers herself down next to Pope, who sits on a log. Kiara wasn't with them, but Marcy could just tell she was here.
For only just beginning to get dark, the boneyard was already pretty packed. Marcy didn't recognize a lot of the people, assuming they were just tourons —— which basically just means tourist morons. Marcy never quite understood, but she also never questioned it.
"Alright, everyone! Ready to par-tay?!" JJ shouts loudly, tugging Marcy up and over his shoulder. "JJ fucking Maybank, put me down before I circumcise you!"
Marcy could only be grateful she had worn a bikini.
