in which louis tomlinson is brought to santa cruz california for the summer. and he happens to fall in love with the worst of santa cruz's cool kids.
❝ i remember when i couldn't bear the thought of not experiencing things and being tied down and s...
Scene 29 -howabout tiny, or short one, smalls maybe. A park? 6:32. Santa Cruz, California.
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I wake up to the essence of fresh grass and white skies. My eyelashes flutter open and the first thing they see is the off putting face of a praying mantis.
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"AaaaaAHHH!" I flinch vigorously and scream like a little girl before knocking it away with the back of my palm.
"Oh no." I whisper to myself as a wave of remorse takes over my body and I search for the injured insect.
I find it and gently take it in my hands. "I'm so sorry.." I pause for a moment, I'm not sure what to call the creature. "I'm not sure what your name is, but I'll call you Peter. Because of the prophet and all. I mean, he did deny god, but he prayed, and you pray." I shrug to myself and set the bug down on a patch of grass that appears to be safe.
Quickly after that panic attack, another one takes over because I have no idea why I was outside at a park laying on the freezing floor at, I look to my watch, six thirty in the morning.
Before I can freak out any longer, I remember just what curly haired mess I followed out here. And the same curly haired shitstorm that left me here alone.
I grunt before standing up and stomping away in anger. Who does that? Who leaves someone who loves them this much out in the freezing cold, and middle of the night in Santa Cruz. I mean there are hundreds of creepy homeless people and I'm sure there are a few rapists. He might as well have sold me into sex slavery.
My arms are folded tightly into my chest, as if that will save me from the cold weather. I thought the beach was supposed to be warm, it's June in California for god's sake.
What did my mother get me into? I thought I was going to come hear and live peacefully, maybe get a job, explore around. I thought I was going to find little places to read books by myself. Learn all about Shane and my uncle. I thought I was going to find myself here, away from all the shit in Stockton.
But of course, because I don't have much luck with anything, that isn't the case. I was thrown into this group of friends I don't even know if I like. I was ripped away from reality by this perfect boy who really isn't perfect at all. I have done more drugs and drank more alcohol in these three weeks than I ever have in my entire life. I mean shit, I've almost died a few times as well.
I just want things to be simple, easy. I don't want to worry this much about a stupid boy. And I definitely don't want to be navigating myself around Santa Cruz at six thirty in the morning after sleeping in a park, alone.
After a few more minutes of walking I find myself near Harry's neighborhood. Normally, I would've just walked by and talked to him later, but I've gained a bit of nerve through hanging out with Shane's friends and I intend to use it.
