Southern Blend Personalities

Chapter 8

Sean slammed his bedroom door and fell into his bed with a thud. Staring at the ceiling fan was quickly becoming Sean's new after-school habit. How one could be damned to an existence of such outrageous uncertainty was weighing on his mind. Sean was a victim of the horrible truth of existence: life is a lottery. One can make feasible, even sensible choices, and still lose. You can die and never know if you've done it correctly. Your chances for success are put out to luck and happenstance. If in fact life really was a lottery, Sean was losing, but no one could tell. Sean became very stoic during his dealings with Caroline; he had learned to hide his emotions no matter how strong, until Rose finally asked him about his daily plight, he then went from stoic to a mawkish melodramatic mess of tears. Sean felt a connection with Rose on a much deeper level than many other people. Rose was loyal, and Sean valued loyalty and brutal indomitable honesty over everything. Rose had what Sean could only describe as an anchor personality. Tough, taut, stiff, and battered, but was made strong during her sullen weathering. But also possessed an off beat beauty beneath the green, weathered metal. An anchor, a point that holds things in place, in Sean's position however, it kept him from falling apart. Sean would have been adrift in his own sea of visceral emotional happenings, had it not been for Rose, and he was ever so grateful.[Thank you, to the person, who is being represented by Rose. You know who you are. I couldn't have made it without you :/) Sean was one again disturbed from his philosophical issues by his cell phone ringing on his nightstand. "Hello?" Sean muttered. "Get up Sean, we're gonna go get ice cream and commit a felony." Andy said rather excitedly. "Nix the felony and I'm in asshole, I'm in a bad mood already." Sean retorted. "You're no fun Seanie, but okay. Meet me and Deeks at the school parking lot. We're going to a bonfire party." Sean hung up and called Rose. Before giving her s chance to speak, Sean blurted out. "Hey Rose, me, Andy, and Deeks are going to the bonfire party, you wanna come with?" "Sure Seanie, Caroline's supposed to be there with Aaron tonight too." "Fuck him, he's not gonna ruin all my fun. I'm gonna drink, not get drunk, and fuckin' party." "Fuckin'-a right Sean." Rose rode shotgun as they sped off towards the school, when they arrived, they found Andy and Deeks by the roadside. "Get out of the road ya lowlifes." Rose yelled out the passenger window. "Real funny Rosie." Andy said as Sean stopped to let them in. "Thanks for picking us up Seanie." Deeks commented. "No problem guys." Sean said. The bonfire party was held every other week on Saturday night in the woods on the east end of Middleton. Adults, and the police knew about them, but never showed up unless called. This town's motto is "if no one gets hurt, party on" and party they did. Sean had swapped his car for his dad's Chevy Silverado 2500, for bonfire parties. Mostly for its people capacity but also because it was pretty badass: 4 inch lift and level kit, 22 inch rims and 48 inch super swamper tires, and a cab length light bar all adorned this massive black Chevy Sean called dominator, Dom for short. Sean never really liked big trucks, but Rose and Caroline had an affinity for them, so Sean digressed and brought along dominator.