14 Days

7

Gwen: Still alive?

Devin: Surprisingly

Anthony: Suppose Beau is the smart one
He wouldn't murder you unless he was absolutely certain he could easily get away with it.

Gwen: Have you had to hang out a lot?
Or are you avoiding each other?

Niel: I bet it's super awkward to face him in the mornings after the hate fucks every night ;D

Devin: Niel, when I get back, I'm showing your mom your internet browsing history.

Anthony: Funniest part is, Niel is too stupid to understand how to erase it all together

Niel: Fuck you guys, just cause it's the 21st century that don't mean we're all tech savy
Spare me >.<

Devin: Back to Gwen though
We've been hanging out actually

Gwen: Oh, so Devin is really dead and this is Beau using his phone?

Devin: No, shut up, listen, he hasn't been a complete ass and we've managed to hang out. Actually, we're going to drive around together today.
There's supposedly a bunch of super old houses nearby that are, like, big ass mansions so we wanna see them!

Anthony: You're willingly hanging out?
Yeah, Devin is definitely dead and this is Beau horribly trying to cover it up. I misjudged you. You're an idiot too.

Niel: I won't tattle if you give me that fancy camera of yours, Beau

Devin: Screw all of you guys. I'm getting off and heading out so ttyl

Gwen: Bye Beau! Hide Devin's body well!

With an annoyed huff, my so-called friends were cut off from me for the day. I wasn't lying when I told them that Beau and I had plans, ones that we made ourselves. Shocker!

I caught him scouring his phone last night for other places to visit. He had made no mention of heading out of town to me nor to our parents based on my not having heard of the possible lone Beau adventure. A few annoying questions and wrestling over his phone later, we "decided" to take the van together to investigate the local area. Based on his research, there were plenty of old manors nearby that had been here for ages. He wanted to see if he could get the town on camera while I just wanted to see fancy houses.

My phone was stashed away in the pockets of my basketball shorts when Beau returned to our hotel room with car keys in hand.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

"Yep!"

Yet again, the camera bag was slung over his shoulder. I barely caught the keys tossed my way. I glowered at his smirk, knowing damn well that he intentionally aimed for my face. Probably payback for the volleyball incident because he was a petty bitch like that, but I actually caught the keys so, HA!

"The folks don't wanna tag along?" I slipped on a pair of sneakers along with my trusty baseball cap. Beau kept the door open until I bounced my way out of the room.

"No. They want to take a trip to Portland Head Lighthouse tomorrow so they would rather spend today on the beach."

"All they do is burn on their beach towels and drink."

"All you do is burn in the ocean and be annoying."

"Says the one taking pictures all day when we're meant to be on vacation."

The day was like all the ones before; sunny and humid. The asphalt radiated heat. Crack an egg in the parking lot and breakfast would be done in minutes. I threw the driver door open. Beau slid into the passenger seat. He dug out his camera when I revved up the engine.