Wild Hearts

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Never have I ever imagined me sitting on a cliff at 5am with my soon to be step brother smoking a joint. "We're going to hell, Skyler." My stepbrother Oli said. I took another drag and huffed out. "I'm not accepted anywhere else." I said slightly high. Oli started dying laughing at my statement, which wasn't that funny. You see Oli has never smoked weed before, he's also never drank alcohol. His dad's head is so far up his ass he can't even have a chick in his room with the door closed.

If your wondering how me and this prude came so close, it was because my whore of a mother. She, like any other 40 year old woman, had a horrible divorce. Not with my father but a different man. My mother has been marred 3 times but not one of them to a decent guy. I really didn't care though, I was never home.

"Do you just ever think about life and how it will end up?" Oli asked swinging his legs off the cliff. I shook my head and leaned back on the car hood "no not really. What happens, happens." He turned his head to me "but what if you don't it to happen?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders "you can't change destiny. Everything happens for a reason."

He laughed "ok, do you believe in love at first sight?" He asked walking over to the car. I let out a laugh "I don't believe in regular love. How do you expect me to look at someone and say that I'm in love?" He shrugged his shoulders and laid next to me "then what do you believe in?" I smiled " Being everything you want to be. Being yourself because there's no one better." "But what if your not good enough? What if you don't meet the requirements?" He asked smoking again.

"Who set these requirements I hear of? Who actually made a list and said this is what you have to do to be beautiful or cool?" I asked throwing my hands in the air. He giggled "I don't know. But if you think about its kinda nice." He said starting to get deep. "How so?" I asked coughing from the drug. "If there were no requirements we would all be different. And different is bad." He said. I take my lady statement, about him getting deep, back. He's just an ass.

"I'm different, I'm not so bad." I said holding the joint in my hand. He smiled "how are you different?" I took a hit then blew out.

" I've got a wild heart."