【 𝐁𝐀𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑.⋆｡ﾟ🌊｡
❝ It's a cruel summer
with you ❞
everything changed after summer torres came and went. surfing changed, their friend group changed, even the small town of shorehaven seemed to change itself with the american's abse...
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LIKE ALWAYS I'M UP AT the crack of dawn. And like always, music blasts in my ears while I run the same route I take every morning. Sometimes Ari's awake to join me, and even on occasion so is Dad, but today I'm flying solo. But I don't mind since it just gives me an excuse to blast my music louder.
I run to the backbeat of Baker Boy's In Control, his voice tuning out the world so that I don't have to. From home, across the hill trail to the boardwalk and down the beach– the route is all too familiar by now. I run it every morning, even those I have a comp.
My days are structured like that. Scheduled. Defined. Around five I get up, and at five-thirty go for a run, which slows in front of Millie's, a beachside cafe ideal for a quick breakfast, around six. The hidden gem is like a personal paradise for me since few others know of its existence.
I'm back home at seven, lightly smiling at Mum who's working on a sculpture in her workshed beside the house. She grins the second she sees me, dragging her fingers through her grey-blonde hair, "Morning, sweetie! Have a good run?"
"Yeah," I reply, dragging the back of my hand across my sweaty forehead, "Oh, I ran into this guy who was fishing off the rocks earlier, and he gave me this," I say, handing Mum the greenish shard of sea glass from my pocket that the older gentleman gave me when I bumped into him and struck up a conversation at Millie's, "Figured you could find use for it somewhere."
Mum's eyes light up. "Aw, how sweet! Thank you." Affectionately touching my arm, she turns the stone over in her palm with a smile. "Why don't you go inside, you're brother's making a smoothie."
I nod, ducking inside without another word. True to what she said, Ari's standing in the kitchen stuffing strawberries and peaches into the blender. Sitting at the counter across from him, Honey's putting stickers on the underside of a skateboard we bought for her birthday, and the absence of Dad tells me he's probably out in the garden.
