Blake's POV
Death changes everything.
When someone you love is taken from you, your whole life goes from everything you know to everything you knew and you can't change a thing about it. Wherever you turn, your mind automatically goes back to the time when they were once living and all the memories they were so kind to bless you with.
I see him everywhere. He's there in the morning; my thoughts bringing me back to the time when I used to wake up to the sound of his voice. He's there when I'm showering and lathering up my hair like he used to do for me every night when I was young. He's in my thoughts every second of every day, especially when I sing myself to sleep because he isn't there to do it for me anymore. That was my favorite thing about him. No matter how tired he was, no matter how late it was, he would sing, "you are my sunshine, my only sunshine," every night until I fell asleep. We were close, my dad and I. I miss him more than anything and I would give almost anything, if not everything I have, just to get one last day with him so I could make a new day full of memories to remember for the rest of my life. Beautiful memories to haunt me in the loveliest of ways, the same way the other memories I have with him do. This time, though, I would have a warning. I could make sure the whole day went perfectly. No pointless arguments to be acting sour about. I've been living with the guilt of what I said to him the last time we talked and it eats me alive. It's been eating at me for almost eight months now, and I hope he forgives me. He has to. I'm hoping that spring break will bring me new people to talk to that will cause me to forget. All I want to do is forget.
My mom seems to think that a change of atmosphere will allow me to move past this stage of grief, so my best friend and I are moving in together to the upper level of the shack that our parents own. It's just been an empty floor since they expanded the lower floor to add an entire new section filled with sand toys and surfboards. They also think it'll be good for us to see what it's like to live on our own, paying bills and whatnot. "Hopefully we don't kill each other," I think to myself, as I remember the time when we thought it would be just a lovely idea to have back-to-back sleepovers for an entire week. Boy, did that go well. It ended with two throbbing headaches and a "break" from each other for nine days, which I think is the longest we've gone without seeing each other since we were born right here in the great old town of Seaside, California.
Radley's POV
It's been a while since my mom- since Irene left us. Like, fourteen years, a while. She kept saying, "I'll be home soon, sweetie, don't worry. I'll only be here a little longer, I promise." "Here" being prison of course. Where else would you go after being caught running the biggest meth lab in the entire fucking universe? She was always making these god damn promises that she couldn't keep to save her life.
"I promise I would never do anything to hurt you."
"I promise I would never leave you all alone,"
"I promise, mommy's okay."
"I promise I'll be out soon."
She fed me bullshit for years until finally, when I was sixteen, I just quit calling. She didn't know my number anyway, so it's not like I had to worry about her blowing up my phone. She didn't seem to care enough to go through any trouble to get it either.
I left her like she left me. She made that choice when she started her new "project" at our old vacation home. I only went there once when I was two and the only reason I even know that is because of an old picture my dad has in a frame by his bed. My mother was the one behind the camera, probably plotting what to do next for operation meth-head. Now, I'm gonna show her that I didn't and still don't need a mother to raise me to be successful. There's nothing she could teach me that was worth knowing unless, for some fucked up reason, I wanted to join the "family business."
My dad raised me to be responsible and now, he trusts me to move into the shack with Blake. I'm looking forward to living with my best friend, in hopes that we don't rip each other's heads off within the first month. This could be good for us, learning how to live on our own, although, I am a little freaked out, seeing as how I've never been without my dad for more than 2 weeks while I was on vacation with Blake in LA. It'll be weird at first, but I'm excited.
A/N:
Hi guys, I'm Bailey! This is my first fanfiction and hopefully, you loved reading it as much as we loved writing it! Sorry it's so short; we just wanted to leave y'all wondering, almost like a "pilot chapter". The rest of the chapters we write will most likely be much longer. Yes, we. My friend Rusty and I are writing this fanfiction together, so please bear with us if something seems off or the writing styles are different.
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-Rusty
A/N2: Hey it's Bails again! I know it seems a little serious at the moment but I promise, the whole story isn't this dark and depressing! We just wanted y'all to get a little bit of the backstory before we go into the plot!
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