❛ don't blame me, love made me
crazy. if it doesn't, you ain't doin'
it right. lord, save me, my drug is
my baby. i'll be usin' for the rest of
my life. ❜
꒰ 🌊 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... ꒱ ↷🖇
mackenzie maybank's life flips
upside down when she's...
SWEET SERATONIN was only one phrase Mackenzie would use to describe their parties, especially the ones at the boneyard. They were her relief from the life she lived and the misfortune she was cursed with. There truly was no greater feeling than getting drunk with your friends at a beach. Hair in the wind, toes in the sand with the waves crashing onto shore in the far distance.
And while Mackenzie Maybank sat on an isolated driftwood log with her sand-filled Converse drawing shapes in the sand, slurping down a toxic mouth-full of painfully cheap beer, she felt that serotonin again.
She watched bodies dance across the sand, reuniting in whoops and shouts. She saw her brother pulling his signature moves our of the drawer to try and woo the lanky blonde he was all over. Surprise, surprise, it worked.
Her face screwed up in the utmost disgust she could ever possibly have when she saw her brother's mouth just about devour the girl's. She did not need that image burning into her brain.
She peeled her eyes away, taking in a dim view of her surroundings from behind her dark sunglasses. She hummed as she took a sip from her plastic cup, only setting it down to tie her hair up in a knotted pony-tail.
As she adjusted her blonde locks, she notices a discreet brunette, whom she'd never recognized, kick up sand on his way to her. He had a red cup in his hand and he didn't mutter a single word as he took a quick seat beside her.
She quirked a brow at him and pushed her sunglasses atop her head. "Can I help you?"
The boy looked at her, almost too stunned to form any sort of words. He looked over his shoulder to whom Mack could only assume were his friends. They stood there and laughed.
Mack rolled her eyes at the events unfolding in front of her. Classic Toulon move--ten bucks to make a move on the lonely blonde in the corner. Bonus points if you can get into her pants.
As the boy rubbed the back of his neck, Mack tilted her head. She was seconds away from telling him to pound sand, but his demeanor was different from all the other boys Mackenzie had encountered before. He seemed... genuinely nervous to speak to her.
"I, uh... you know what, screw it," he heaves in a breath. "I just saw you over here and thought you were absolutely fucking gorgeous. I've been trying to work up the nerves to talk to you and my friends practically forced me to come over here. So, here I am."
Mack sucks in her lips, nibbling on the dead, sun-dried skin of her bottom one. Her eyes narrow down at the group of pale boys, no doubt having just arrived from someplace in the mountains. "Those them over there?"
He looks, sighing heavily as his head falls between the blades of his shoulders. "Unfortunately, yes."
"What are they waiting on? Trying to see if I'll let you cop a feel?"
