{ Ocean is Nash's little sister. didn't have the heart to use Skylann in this context. }
There are little scattered piles of wet sand every once in a while and I see part of the board walk. It's now 2 in the afternoon and the skies are a mix of light blue and grey. Reminds me of Nash's eyes when he used to be confined by depression.
He's been through a lot. To the eye of any other he's just a teenage boy who's got a hard shell. I'm not saying he's not but it's misunderstood. His sister died. She was the sweetest little thing you could ever imagine.
Her little blonde pig tails and cute summer dresses are still pressed into my mind and I know that if I'm still suppressed with the memories of her, Nash is consumed with them. I don't think he thinks about it as much but there's no forgetting anything like that.
People get things they don't deserve constantly and I can say that Nash and defiantly Ocean didn't deserve to go through what they did.
Nash would sit on his bed and stare the wall and not move. There were invisible restraints all over him and it was like the most devastating period of his life-- for me even.
His hands clap the leather of the passenger and driver seat, making me jump. He smiles all perky and bright even though the day resembles the complete opposite. The GPS sounds and Nash takes a swig of mouth wash before spitting it out the window. It's nasty but there's really nowhere else to put it.
"I'm not really feeling this can't brush my teeth thing." He says. I laugh and beckon him beside me. He tries to come up to the front orderly but it doesn't happen that way and we ending up laughing at him.
"We should go clubbing tonight." The random thought makes me look at him momentarily. Nash and I have done things like that before but in our hometown where people know us. You know, it's easy there. Being in another state has new rules and people. I don't like that scene because I don't feel safe. But Nash is different.
"Are you dumb?" I ask rhetorically. He just shrugs while looking down at his phone.
"What's the big deal? We have ID's, we're legal and we don't even have to be there a long time." His claims are valid but I don't know. I give him a questioning look and he copies. The red light shines and I stop the car.
This town seems totally different than when I visited about two years ago. Nash hasn't been here since he was eight. I know my family's house is around here. The property being my family's means that I visited a lot more than Nash did.
His parents also always had him shipped way with them. They make big moves and do big things.
"eh, I guess." I mumble, starting to drive again. The uncertainty in my voice is somewhat clear and Nash puts his phone down.
"Don't agree if you don't feel comfortable. Matter fact, I know you don't so forget I asked." Awkwardness starts to fill the car and I just focus my gaze on the road ahead of me.
"Maybe we could scavenge through your family's personal shit and go on a mission to find a missing will." His voice is calm but I know it's meant to fuck with me and push my buttons.
Regardless of his snide comments on my situation I remain calm. This is how Nash is and it didn't take me long to realize that he'd say whatever the hell he wants.
