Every Which Way

First Turf, Then Surf

I pull into the parking lot of The Diner. It was a small building. It seemed like the place everyone would go eat at, being a small town and all. I turn off my Harley and walk into The Diner. As I walk in, the bell on the door rings and from the kitchen someone with a very low voice told me to sit wherever I wanted. I took a seat in a small booth by a window where I could see my Harley. There weren't a lot of people inside. As I sit there, staring out of the window, I jump in my seat as a voice speaks behind me, clearly I wasn't paying attention.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Umm, my name is Seth and I will be your waiter. What would you like to drink?" he asks.

Seth is tall, has short black hair, and tan skin. He reminded me about the Native Americans that I read about that live in La Push. I think he is one from the tattoo on his arm.

"Just water, please,"I reply.

"And what would you like to eat?" he asks.

"An avocado bison burger with fries," I say.

As Seth leaves, I begin to take out my meds. One pill for PTSD and two for depression. When Seth comes back he hands me my water and slides into the seat across from me.

"So, what are those for?" he asks.

"One is for PTSD and the other is for depression," I answer, like there is nothing wrong with it.

"Oh. What happened?" he said, concerned.

"I guess you'll just have to get to know me better. If you're interested enough to find out,"I reply.

Before Seth could speak, a small group of guys and a few girls walked into the diner and sat a few neighboring tables away. Instead of the girls sitting in chairs they sat on, what I assumed was, their boy friends laps.

"Excuse me," Seth said. He left to go to the new customers. He greeted them as if the were his friends which I assume they were. I focus my gaze out the window once more. It felt like someone was staring at me but I refused to avert my eyes from out the window. Then behind me I hear someone call my name.

"Willow?"

I turn around around to see the face of someone familiar. Leah Clearwater.

"Hey!" I say, jumping up and giving her a hug. She hugs me back.

"I'm so sorry to about everything that has happened lately. That couldn't have been easy to go through all of that torture." Her eyes gazes down at my wrist, which I quickly cover. "Why don't you come and sit with us. I promise the boys don't bite."

I follow her to her table everybody staring at me in amazement, even Seth.

"Why does everyone look like they've just seen a ghost?" I ask, feeling uncomfortable.

"Let's just say I'm a bit of a bitch. I'm pretty sure they've never seen me be nice to anyone." Leah explains.

"Oh, I thought you were only like that online." I say because online people consider Leah to be a bitch most of the time. Since I have so much in common with her we get along just fine.

"So how's the new fam?" she asks.

" Well, for starters they are wonderful, but they only want a friendship not a family relationship. Second, my room is huge and I just got a new Harley." I answer.

"Oh, So the one outside is yours?" one of the guys ask.

"Yep" I said putting emphasis on the 'p'.

Leah's entire body jolted as if she just remembered something.

"Well, I should probably introduce everyone." she says. From left to right she started naming everyone there. " First, we have Jared and Kim. Yes, those weirdos are a thing. Then, you got Collin and Brady. Lastly, You have Quil, Claire, and, my brother, Seth. The rest are waiting for us at the beach. Hey, you wanna come with us?"

"Yeah, that sounds good. I was gonna head down there after lunch anyway," I replied.

After that we all ate our lunch, talked, laughed, and had a good time. Then we all headed down to the beach.