The Broken Ones

The First Memory

The first memory

It happened at a foreclosed house. Austin's best friend, Isaac, had managed to get details on a rave happening their that saturday night. The place wasn't exactly invite-only so getting in wasn't really a problem.

The two boys arrived at 11:45, sauntering in through the cracked open door. Austin walked with his feet slightly pointed outward. His long legs extended before him at the steady beat of the blearing music. His hair was thick and blond, the flowed down over his ears. His face was defined with sharp angles and lean lines. Oval balls of soft Safire sat symmetrically on his face. His eyes were squinted as he tried to see through the thick smoke that had filled up the house. His lips were plump, pink, and curved at the end in a half smile used to make knees weak.

Next to him walked Isaac. Isaac was just slightly shorter than Austin, but this in no way made him any less dreamy. Isaac had pale skin, and haunting grey eyes. His head was topped with a perfect mess of jet black hair. His look always came across as scary though it was never met to be. He wore black tee's and skinny jeans, he seldom smiled, but for some reason this worked for him.

The two boys made it through the front door and the hall. Walls were decorated with poor gafitti, and the lights switched with strobe lights. The floor was covered with a thick layer of plastic cups and unfinished food. Music was played loud enough to make their ear drums ring, but they were 17 and it was saturday.

"Thirsty?" Yelled Isaac over the loud music.

With a half smile, and a slight laugh Austin replied with, "Arn't you always." He let the words fade away into the loud music. "A beer would be nice," he finally added leading Isaac further into the house. They walked through to the kitchen. It was a classic party setting, with girls in little clothing sitting on tables kissing boys. Isaac made his way to a keg in the very back and filled up two cups. Before he could hand one cup to Austin a girl came a took it from him.

Taking a sip and leaving a faint trace of lip gloss on the edge of the cup the girl smiled. "Thanks handsome." The girl was slightly short, and had curves in all the right places. Her hair was a large mess of loose, faded green curls. Her lips were lightly glossed, and her skin a slight tan. She wore a tight tank top and skinny jeans. While checking her out Isaac saw that her shoes were long gone.

"I believe that makes this one mine." Austin replied with witt as he took the cup from Isaac.

"Only if that makes this one mine," replied Isaac motioning to the girl.

With a laugh and bright smile she took Isaac's hand and lead him out of the kitchen. Austin trailed along as all three of them made their into the living room. The nameless girl led them straight to the paint covered couch in the center of the room. Through the crowd of people Austin could see a thin whit girl standing on the arm rest of the couch. With further incpection he could see her brown hair pulled back into a sloppy bun. He noticed her long legs and thin arms, he hadn't seen her face yet because she was turned around violently swinging a baseball bat at the strobe light. By the time they arrived at the couch she had achived her goal and was setteling back into the couch.

The girl turned her head to the oncoming trio revealing her blue eyes outlined in black, her side sweeped bangs, and her smily piercing. "God, Jordan, you can't go any where with out getting a guy," yelled the girl on the couch.

Jordan scuffed, "Be happy I got you one." Jordan pushed Austin toward the couch and the walked away with Isaac.

With a half smile Austin introduced himself. "Cute. Im Nia," The girl responded.