Wildflowers

Chapter 2

Chapter: 2

As we pull into the parking lot with "Under the Boardwalk" by The Drifters playing before I park, turn off my car and I grab the board and my stuff. Molly and I walk down to the sand and find a spot. We find a good spot not to close to the water and we spread out our beach blankets. I stick my board into the sand and sit down. I grab some sunscreen out of my bag and start putting it on. Molly digs through her bag for her tanning oil.

'Look what I brought' she says pulling out a metal flask and gives it a shake.

'I knew there was a reason I loved you' I say taking it from her, twisting off the cap and taking a sip.

Whiskey, I shouldn't be surprised, it was Molly's dad's drink of choice and it happens to be mine too. I hand the flask back to her and she takes a sip as well.

'Delicious' Molly says, grinning.

She puts the tanning oil on her arms, chest, stomach and legs. She unbuttons her shorts and lays back. 'Hope the waves are nice she says' before closing her eyes.

'They look good' I tell her standing up and taking off my shorts. I fold them and place them on my duffle bag.

I grab by board and run to the ocean. As I paddle out it seems like all the troubles you have or problems you might deal with seem to disappear. As I catch the first wave, it seems like the world melts away and its just me and the wave. Nothing compares to this feeling. Maybe smoking weed but not even that is a 100% natural high. I'm not saying I do drugs other than pot that often, especially now.

There seems to be a city wide crack down on pot and other harder drugs since the Manson Murders. As big as a city as Los Angles is, it has always seemed like a wholesome and small place. At least where Molly and I live, which a nice upscale neighborhood. The murders really shocked everyone including my dad and uncle Willy. These were normal teenage girls who were lured into some cult by a guy who told them things when they were so high on LSD. It could have been any one of us. We all say we would've been smarter than them but who the fuck knows. I've only taken LSD twice and it really made me think about things. Its like you're on a totally different planet cause you're so out of it. I've heard some people have terrible trips on acid but mine wasn't that bad.

These murders hit my dad pretty hard. He was called in to consult with the police since there was no leads for a while. He hasn't really been the same since. He thinks he will be called to testify because he was at the crime scene and helped quite a bit. I'm sure it will hard for him to re-live everything especially because I am the same age as some of the girls that followed Manson and now some of the mean kids at school like to call the kids who aren't like them Family members and Mason girls. I've gotten used it after a year of that shit.

After an about 45 minutes, the waves were dying out so I paddled back in. I run back to Molly who has now flipped over. I push my board into the sand and grab my smaller towel from the duffle. I wipe down my body and run the towel through my hair. I grab my shorts and pull them on and sit down.

'How was the surf?' Molly asks me turning her head to face me.

'Good, it's nice to clear my head' I say 'any whiskey left?' I ask.

'Here' she says handing me the flask 'what kinda person doesn't leave their best friend any?' She smiles and then turns over.

I grab the flask from her and take a sip. I stare into the ocean zoning out a little. As I stop zoning out, I hand over the flask and then dig through my bag for my pack of cigarettes. I only smoke when I am outside or at parties. Sometimes my dad lets me have a few cigarettes at the office but I would never tell my mom that. I offer one to Molly who takes one. I light it and take a deep breath. I hand the lighter to Molly who lights hers and hands it back to me. Her parents both smoke like chimneys so they don't really care if she does. Her father is a lawyer who sometimes works with my dad on cases when they need legal help.

Her mother, Janet, is a stay at home mom but volunteers at different art galleries and my mother and her bonded over art. She has an older sister named Kelly, who is 19 is away at college in Berkley. She got all the brains from her dad and Molly got her mothers. When her mom isn't volunteering and keeping the house neat and clean she is day drinking gin and tonics out by their pool and tanning. She's not a drunk or anything but she definitely won't turn down a drink. Which is a trait she passed down to Molly. Molly has always been the life of the party. Her parents were focused on her sister so she got away with murder growing up.

'Here' she says snapping me out of my day dream and hands me the flask. I take another sip.

'Oh shit, guess who is coming this way' I say smiling and twisting on the cap and taking another drag.

'Oh groovy, its Jimmy and his friends' Molly says sitting up and fixing her bikini top. She fluffs her hair and grabs her lipstick out of her purse and quickly spreads it on 'How do I look?'

'Molly, you always look nice' I say taking one last drag before putting out my cigarette in the sand.