Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 55

Uhhh I don't know what to say. I'm only writing this because I feel like I have to say something just a little before the chapter actually starts. Mission accomplished.

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"I feel like we should have another party sometime," Cassidy said to all of us as we sat down around a campfire together, talking about whatever. She tossed a glare at her sister Tess, "One that doesn't involve vodka."

Tess rolled her eyes, "You're such a little goody goody girl. Live a little, why don't you?"

I rolled my eyes at Tess and turned to Blake, who was staring at the fire. I could see the fire reflection in his eyes, and I knew he was studying it very carefully. Something must be on his mind. I took his hand and he raised his eyebrows, his eyes still not meeting mine yet. "What's on your mind?" I whispered, trying to see if I could help at all.

"Nothing." He finally turned to me and smiled, glancing back at the fire. "Everything's fine. All of my friends are here. You're here." His smile started to fade slowly and he looked away. "Yeah. Just...perfect." He mumbled.

My forehead creased in worry.

That's when I noticed what he said. All of his friends are here. All.

I looked around, my eyes passing Ryan's, Allison's, Erica's, Logan's, Tess's, Cassidy's, Trevor's, Tyler's, Trent's, Cloe's, and some other people. Elaine. Elaine isn't here!

"Oh," I gulped and Blake nodded.

He breathed out a sigh, "He's been so down lately, Denny. I honestly don't know why. I feel bad because I feel like I should automatically know. He is my best friend after all. I mean, whenever something was up with me, he'd automatically know. It's killing me."

I pursed my lips up silently. Elaine's been avoiding all of us. Ever since I slapped him. But he deserved it, right? Right?

As if Logan was listening to our conversation, he asked, "Where's that faggot Elaine?"

"I think he's at that Taco shack. Kid loves his tacos." Ryan laughed out, using a stick to poke the fire. Erica and Allison were having their own little conversation, having giggling fits in the background. There would be times when Ryan would glance at Erica for just a second and quickly look away, going back to teasing the fire with the stick he found. Which makes me wonder, how on Earth do you find a stick on the beach?

"I'll get him," I said voluntarily, dusting myself off as I stood up. I was wearing shorts and a tank top, with a shells necklace that Blake bought for me at one of the beach shops when we were on our way back to the beach house from the last time were alone together.

"Hurry back. I want to tell some ghost stories." Trevor smiled deviously as he stared at his seventeen year old little sister Cassidy, knowing she has this weird phobia or something with anything paranormal or supersitious or urban legend for that matter. Who could blame her?

I walked away from the campfire, my toes having bits of sand between them due to my flip flops Kristina bought for me while she was in Los Angeles with Leslie last weekend. Elaine and I haven't talked since then, when he almost called me that 'b' word and I slapped him. But honestly, I'm so tired of this bickering. We came to Malibu for a good time, to relieve and burn off negative energy and stress itself. What good would that do if we're fighting constantly? I just hope we can be friends again. I mean, maybe we still are friends.

As I kept walking off to a bunch of shops and stores, I could hear music playing nearby, and I knew someone was throwing a party somewhere around here. Maybe Elaine was there?