Bad to the Bone // larry 90's au

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SCENE 35 - i think it's time.

AROUND TOWN. EVENING. SANTA CRUZ, CALIFORNIA.

Our day was spent pretty nicely so far. We walked through parks and alleys, talking about everything that's been happening. Although, she managed to dodge the subject of her romantic partner on purpose.

We ate some ice cream, found a place to smoke and just talked. We let everything out and it was a relief to be able to speak about myself and not Harry. He'd been running my life for the past few days and it felt amazing to come up for air and catch my breath. Even though I loved his company, it's usually all Kenna and I talked about.

Kenna was a blessing too, always understanding and knew exactly how I felt. Her and I are one in the same.

"I think it's time." I mumble, it's dark now and the only thing illuminating Kenna's face is the lighter as she lights another blunt, her light freckles and messy hair bring a refreshing feeling to me. "I brought fifteen, just in case." She had smiled as she flashed me the many blunts placed carefully in her purse after we went by her house earlier that day. It was quite a blessing that she grew and sold, I could get free drugs whenever I wanted to.

"Time for what?" She questioned, passing me the now lit marijuana. I inhaled before answering.

"Time to bring up the two people who motivate our every move and decision." I say as if she should've known.

"Oh." She takes a drag and coughs lightly. I've noticed that people who haven't smoked much cough less, maybe because they're lungs are healthier or maybe because they feel the need to show off and keep the coughs, who are desperate to be released, inside. Whatever it is, it's odd to me. "Yes, um, about Beck.. I'm almost positive she's done with me. She hasn't even tried to call, I checked while I was at my house."

"That's okay, you know she's toxic to you. It's probably better that she's not in your life, at least that heavily involved in your life, I mean." I say. It may come off as me trying to comfort her in a way of saying she's too good for Beck, but it's the truth. Beck hurts Kenna. Kenna loves Beck. That's the pattern and it isn't fair to Kenna.

"I know, but it's hard loving someone that much. It's hard telling yourself she loves you because of the way she looks at you and the way her body blends with yours, completely holding on solely because of those glances and then being completely blindsided when she pretends that everything you know you saw is bullshit that you made up yourself and that you're crazy and delusional. It's hard and for some reason that pain makes me love her more, like going through that means we'll come out stronger. Which isn't true, I know, but I just.. I have absolutely no self control around her." Kenna sighs.

"You can't think like that. You need space, you need to stay away from her. She makes you think and feel things and then turns around and takes her contributions back. You don't need that." I struggle to help her. It's hard, and I know it. I've been through it. And nothing anybody else says will actually help, I know that. You need to figure it out yourself and no matter what I say to Kenna it's on her.

"Let's stop talking about this." Kenna runs her hands through her hair, standing up from the gravel. We've been sitting in this alley, her on the ground and I on a trash can, for about two hours, just smoking. It's bizarre but I don't mind.

I hop down from my little trash can and start walking with her. The street lights are on and the town is beautifully lit up. The Fourth of July is in a week and firework stands are set up all around.

"How have you and Harry been?" She asks, looking at me with concern. If it wasn't bad I would've been talking about him already and I know that that scares her, but the reason I haven't been talking about him is because I know she's been having issues with Beck.

"We've been amazing." I shrug. I don't want to rub it in or anything so I'm trying to keep everything small and my excitement low.

"What happened?" She rolls her eyes with a smile. She's happy to hear that I'm happy but probably a little annoyed.

"He blew me." I smile cheekily. "Harry Straight Styles blew me, Louis Tomlinson." I giggle excitedly.

"Wow." She grins. "When?"

"Last night." I smile. "Aaron walked in though, it was messy."

"Like walked in on full dick in the mouth? Or was he at least under the blanket?" Kenna asks curiously, glancing at me as we walk.

"Full." I laugh. She lets out a loud laugh and we converse happiness together for a few seconds at the image. It was quite funny.

"You're gonna be okay." I say after our laughs have died down. "You know that."

"I do." She sings.