Hearts of Gold

8.

Zea's P.O.V

"You know what? Sometimes it's okay to just give up." I tell myself quietly, straightening up a little bit after bending forwards for the past ten minutes trying to get a knot out of the laces of my high top converse.

Grabbing the lighter and what's left of the blunt from the small ashtray next to me, I light it up before taking a hit. I glare down at my shoes as I lightly knock them against each other without thought.

Stupid laces.

They were still my favorite pair of shoes though.

I was currently sitting out by the curb in front of my aunts house while I tried to figure out what I should do for the day.

My aunt and uncle were once again at work which left me alone for who knew how long this time.

As I take another hit from the blunt, I dig my free hand into the pocket of my shorts where I bring out the folded up piece of paper that held a small list of things my aunt wanted me to get or get done for her while she was at work.

I had already watered her flowers and the plants in the garden, fed the couple of chickens and two ducks in their small coop, and made sure the shed was locked so I went ahead and crossed those off the list.

All that was left was to get some oil for my uncles truck he was working on, some break pads, and some type of battery he had scribbled down at the bottom of the page.

Scrunching my face at whoever in the hell this man thought I was, I folded the paper back up and stuck it back into my pocket before finishing off what was left of the blunt between my fingers.

Once it was done, I put it out in the ashtray next to me, make sure I place it in a secure, out of view spot, and was about to make my way to towards the shops when my eyes catch on my old rollerblades thrown in a random corner on the porch.

A smirk instantly makes its way on my face and I don't even think twice before rushing back into the house and up to my room where I grab my worn out yet sturdy purple backpack and rush back out the house and to the porch where I grab the skates and shove them in the bag and swing it over my shoulder before making my way into town.

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I was having a good time, not gonna lie.

What else could be better than skating around a beautiful, sea-side town, on a sunny day and being way too high to worry about anything else going on around you?

I hadn't even realized how long I had been randomly skating around until I look down at my watch and see it's been about three and half hours now.

Huh. I guess time flies when you're not constantly worried about what other people are possibly thinking of you.

Reaching into my back pocket, I grab the pen that's secured there and bring it to my lips right before hitting a whole blinker.

As soon as I see the small green light go off, I bring it from my lips and stuff it into the side pocket on the backpack that now held my converse instead of the skates for obvious reasons.

After letting the cloud of smoke leave my lips from the pen, I can't help but have a slight cough and instantly feel the effects of the weed taking over.

I see a bench not too far from where I currently was and make my way over to it. Once I get to it, I sit down and set my backpack down right next to me, where I grab a bottle of water from the side pocket and take a couple sips before putting it back.

I then look behind me to see the auto store I had even come into town for, and lean forward so I can take off the skates and switch them out with my sneakers. When I notice the knot still in the right one, I groan quietly to myself and try to untie it once again but only struggle for a little bit before muttering a quick "fuck it," and tucking the shoelaces to both shoes inside of them.