legends never die || josh kiszka

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Josh

Her love handles are gone.

I noticed last night in the shower, but since I was so close to her it was hard to see the extent of it. I knew she had lost weight, but I hadn't realized how thin she'd become.

The t-shirt slid up and over her head to reveal her favorite red bikini and her protruding ribs. Anastasia had eyed her but quickly removed her gaze to avoid making Lorelei feel self-conscious.

The four of us, Sam, Danny, Jake, and I, stood back and watched as Lorelei climbed onto her jet ski. I repeat, her jet ski.

Jet. Ski.

Apparently they have a jet ski.

Anastasia climbed onto the back and wrapped her arms around Lorelei's torso, she who was drunk off her ass, revving the damn thing as people cheered behind her on the sand.

For the guys and I, this was not our kind of scene. We've been at Daytona Beach for not even two hours and we're ready to go back to Lorelei and Anastasia's house. We swam for a while, drank some beer, but things started to get disturbing when Lorelei and Anastasia greeted their friends who are in a sorority at Florida State. What was even more disturbing was that Lorelei was drinking white claw. White claw.

I guess this was their life before. When they lived in California, this was all they knew, so of course they'd move close to a beach when they decided to disappear. This is what they're comfortable with, but wow, is it fucking weird.

I won't lie - i'm worried about Lorelei. In less than a week she'll be on a plane, flying to the place she probably hates the most at this point in time, all for the sake of her best friend. I'm worried that something will happen there, of course while i'm states away, and won't be able to help her. She's a big girl, she can handle herself, but I can't help the voice in the back of my head telling me that she may not be able to handle this.

"Did you- Are you seeing this?" Jake pointed out into the water at the two best friends, Anastasia starting to stand on the seat of the vehicle and proceeding to jump off. "Jesus christ!"

"We're so midwestern." Danny chuckled, eyeing all of the college students around us on the (over) crowded beach. Summer in Daytona is no fucking joke.

Behind us was the roof and pool that Anastasia had jumped off of and broken her knee last Summer, which reminded all of us that this was in fact their way of living. Lorelei's room can confirm that. It's weird to see the pink and fluffy room of someone who usually wears neutral colors and scowls at everyone she passes.

Here she was, on a jet ski in the ocean, red bikini and sun tan lotion on, surrounded by sorority girls and frat guys and white claw.

Cool.

I knew i'd be seeing a different side of her - the Leslie side of her - but I didn't expect to see my girlfriend in a bikini on a jet ski surrounded by coke and frat guys, and especially not girls with absolutely horrendous fake tans.

"Yo, bro, isn't she bad ass?" The dude next to me elbowed me in the side. His hair was side swept and damp from the water, and he looked like his name was Chad. "Last summer, she did coke off of my buddy Jason's abs."

I did not need to know that.

Of course his name was Jason.

"Yeah, she's my girlfriend."

His mouth formed a 'o' and his brows furrowed. "She's not a lesbian?"

Okay I've heard enough about my girlfriend for today.