𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬 • 𝐣𝐣 𝐨𝐛𝐱

chapter one.

i'm not a curious person. i may gossip a lot but i only tell things to my two friends that don't make me a bad person, right?

so I don't open the box. 

i took a notice at the picture though. there was three boys and two girls, they were on a boat smiling at the camera like it was the happiest they've ever been. they were so pretty that could've come out of a netflix show. in the back in a very delicate handwritting was what i believe it was their initials

C, B, J, W, T .

The Cut Squad. Family.

i already miss my friends. anyway, i moved on to the letter. when i said that i wasn't curious i really meant it. i read the first two words...

Dear son,

...and something stop me. sometimes i hate being like that but i would feel too bad reading something that wasn't for me. i don't listen to the voice recorder either. i just put the bag back to where it was and continued to organize my clothes on the closet.

maybe when I find this john i would know what all of this is about.

once i was finished i lay on my bed and start roll on my instagram, i notice it's night so i decide to call alice. who picked up in a second.

"you bitch."

"it was a nice trip. i'm good even though it's really hot-"

"it's NIGHT emily!" - she interrupt me. "i was already thinking that some hot hippie surfer guy had seduced you and your mother and drowned you."

"god, you're so dramatic. i didn't even got the chance to see the beach and the people here, spent the day unpacking."

"you're so boring. i need photos. i need news. i need to know everything. you're living at the beach now with scary animals at the ocean and hot people everywhere! how are you feeling?" alice asked way too excited for someone who hated the beach.

"i'm alright." i say and she kept in silence knowing that i was lying. "i don't know... i just feel weird. i miss the feeling of knowing things and having a routine. now i'm living on the beach and i don't even know how to ride a bike."

i feel anxious. i don't know a single soul on this island.

"relax em, you're 17. it's not like your life is falling apart. you're just begginig a new cycle. lucas and i are here for you and we always will be. and for the love of god don't overthink everything. live a little, go to parties, drink, go surfing-"

"i'm scared of surfing."

"...smoke weed, get laid, cry when you want to cry. i'm not there anymore to make you do things so go make some friends. but don't replace us."

"i should. you guys are pretty much the dark side of the force."

"the best side, of course. i have to go my mom is screaming at my brother again. CALL ME TOMORROW! love you tons."

"okay. love you too."

i hang up and just lay in there looking at the ceiling. i know i overthink everything but new things are scary. it's like my first day at school all over again but in life. back in New York i had my friends, i didn't need more. i had my heart broken once discovering that relationships sucks so i don't want that any time soon.

but i do need to relax. i would kill for a blunt right now.

i feel like i was about to have an existential crisis when hear a noise from the kitchen so i get up quickly and go downstairs.