Cali Shore: Season One || Santa Cruz

Episode Six: G.O.M. pt.1

|Brittany|
It's been two weeks since Josh got here and he's already been on my nerves. He's so annoying and he acts like a baby. The worst part about it is that he has to sleep in the bedroom next to me, Hailie, and Aimee's. It's some nights when he will sleep at the foot of Hailie's bed because he claims to be lonely. He does hold a good conversation though.

When I woke up this morning he was lying on the floor in front of the big screen watching The Backyardagans. He's a big ass kid like I said.

"Brittany!" He whined, distracting me from rolling up my blunt. I ignored him and wet the paper then rolled it tightly.

"Brittanyyyyy!" He groaned and fell out onto the floor while looking up at me. I grabbed my lighter from the table and ran the fire back and forth on the blunt to dry it.

"Brii-"

"Brittany please answer him." Hailie groaned from under her pillow, annoyed by Josh's voice.

"Yes Josh?" I asked sweetly.

"Is that lady coming back today?" He asked and I nodded. Last week Harry sent a life coach to basically talk to us and get us to open up to each other instead of fighting all the time. We were supposed to write a letter to the person who hurt us the most and read it aloud in front of everyone. I wrote my letter and read it to Kobie and it seemed like he understood me perfectly. It hurt to release my feelings like that but it also helped.

"Do you have your letter ready?" I asked him and he nodded then reached into his boxers, pulling out a piece of paper seconds later.

"Ian read my paper to nobody yet so imma just surprise everybody." He put the paper away and I sat my blunt in-between my lips before I lit it.

"Well," I blew out a cloud of smoke then dumped the ashes in my golden bag, "I need to get high before I do this."

"You sharing right?" Aimee popped up from under her covers with wide eyes when she heard what Josh asked.

"Do not give him no weed." She warned, snatching the cover off of herself.

"Yes ma'am." I shrugged and took more pulls from the blunt.

"Fuck nigga Aimee, that's who you is." He said, flicking her off with a straight face although he knew he wanted to laugh.

"Uhm and I get it from you, fuck nigga Josh." She responded as she got out of bed, went over to her dresser and picked out an outfit for the day which turned out to be joggers and a tank top. "Now get out so I can change."

℅Jordan℅
"Dear... Dear...fuck." I leaned back on the couch with my tablet in my hand as I tried to scribble something down on paper. Rita(the life coach) would be here in less then 30 minutes and I was the only one unprepared. So many people done hurt me, it was hard for me to choose just one. I put the pen to the paper one last time, waiting for it to basically write it on its own but that didn't work out so I quit altogether.

I threw my tablet down and laid back on the couch when I heard little feet against the floor. I looked up and saw little Charniece lookin' just as chill as me in her lil crop top and basketball shorts.

"What's up Jordaaan?" She asked, ploppin' down on the couch next to me. She threw her feet up on the table and I noticed her Stompeez houseshoes.

"I can't get this damn paper speech shit right, it's pissin' me off." I ran my hands down my face then turned and looked at Charniece. It seemed like she was amused by my stress.

"Jordan it's simple, just write about why you're hurt." I squinted my eyes at her.

"Well Charniece it might have been simple for you, but for everyone else it might be hard to express themselves on paper." I turned around to see Rita coming into the front door of the house. "And Jordan, don't over think this. I promise it'll spill directly from your heart onto paper."