The Beach, The Boardwalk, The Diner, The Summer Love (gxg)

5. Scarlett

When I get home nobody is up yet except Megan's husband and it's really awkward. I never really even know who Megan is. She is just another one of mom or dads friends that she invites over here. It's like a revolving door. One friend leaves the house, another one comes in and I do not know anything about any of them. Since I took my headphones out I cannot stop thinking about Jaz.
I realize that she doesn't know my name.
It seems kind of stalkerish that I know her name and she doesnt know mine. That's only happening because when we see each other, well when i see her, I don't even know if she remembers me. She's with her friends and they say her name.
Meanwhile I am alone, nobody is talking to me or saying my name. She has no idea who I am. A thought pops up.
I am reminded that she likes girls.
I wish we both didn't like girls. I don't have any close friends and that's what I need, not a girlfriend. If I am going to be friends with her-
Actually I don't know what I'm saying. I'm talking like we are going to see each other again. I have no way of contacting her. Other than doing some research on social media, how am I going to find her? I don't even know her full name.
If I was going to be friends with her I don't want us to have crushes on each other at all because if we actually did become close and either she had a crush on me or I had a crush on her, it could ruin it then I would be back to having no friends. Or if we did become a couple we would break up eventually because we could live in totally different places.
I know a lot of people do long distance but still when we break up I will be back to square one, not being close to anyone.
Megan's husband pouring his coffee breaks me out of my thoughts. All the adults in my life drink so much coffee, and wine. It seems like a cycle, at night I drink until the wee hours of the night hanging out, then in the morning feel so tired they need coffee. It doesn't seem like a healthy cycle but what am I going to do about it?
Megan's husband is just your average dad, from what I can tell. I don't know his name. I could probably choose it if it was multiple choice but it's definitely just some generic dad name that I would forget as soon as you said it. He isn't tall but is taller than me. Kind of boring, average, not intimidating but I don't think he is here to talk to his friend's daughter.
He has the type of energy that if someone was wearing a crop top he would say "Half your shirts missing" as a joke to a kid he was close with. I think he knows better than to say it to some rando, he should know better anyway. If someone said that to me, and they have but i didn't do anything about it. My immediate reaction is to just flip them off and then ask them why they care about a minor's fashion choices and why they only comment when there is skin showing.
"Hey how was it?" He asks, just trying to be polite. I guess he saw the note.
"It was good. I got there just in time for the sunrise so it was nice." I take the sticky note and throw it out.
"Cool."
"Yeah" one awkward pause later.
"Want some coffee?" he asks, "No thanks I don't drink coffee."
"Mm'' He nods as he takes a sip. "Yeah that's probably what's best for ya." He laughs and I don't in return because it's not funny.
"I'm gonna go read." I say pointing upstairs, he will probably replay the message to my parents.
"Alright i'll be here." he smiles and i smile back even though i've got nothing to be smiling about.
The house itself isn't on the beach so we cant see directly over it but we are luckily very close and if there were an extra floor with windows I think we would be able to see sand but outside my window you can just see the horizon line.
The sun is well up now. It's been forty five minutes since i got to the beach, people still aren't awake. I still feel powerful that I am up before everyone. Since I have to be quiet while doing everything makes me feel rebellious, and I don't have a lot to feel rebellious about.
I open the window to let the breeze in and go to my bookshelf. My room and one other bedroom are on the top floor, but it's just me because nobody is using the other bedroom right now.
My room has a full bed with many blankets for when I put the fan on too high and I wake up freezing. There is a small closet perfect to hold all of my clothes for the summer. There is a small bookshelf in the corner where I put all of the books I buy from the beach bookstore here while we are in Piper's beach. Then there is a small dresser with random trinkets on it, like things I won at carnival games.
I pick a new book off the shelf. Just a random murder mystery I picked up on the way here. I put some reading vlogs on my tv so i feel less alone, the volume on one.
I start it then next thing I know I hear my parents downstairs and I get a text asking if I'm awake and want lunch.