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CHAPTER FOUR ( your move broski )
AURORA STOOD BAREFOOT ON THE VAST, YET WARMLY FAMILIAR BEACH, LEANING AGAINST A SINGLE PALM TREE that stretched confidently upwards like a dazzling skyscraper. The comforting feeling of sand between her toes set her at ease, the sun setting on the bustling boneyard casting an molten lava glow across her features.
She sipped slowly from a red solo cup filled with water as her eyes wandered about the busy land. Drinking water from a solo cup while at a party was something she had figured out would save her time a while ago. No one ever questioned what was in it; they would just see it in her hand and not offer her another beverage she'd have to say no to, and inevitably be judged for.
Her gaze scanned the area as far as her vision would reach, the crowds at the Boneyard always so diverse in every way. Kooks and Pogues and Tourons were tossed together; all doing the same things, but not seeing things the same. And like most summer parties at the Boneyard, all the Pogues were flirting with clueless week long vacationers— Tourons—except for Aurora. She was wary of newcomers. The girl had always had it in her mind that most people had a bad agenda, so at parties such as this one, unless she was with someone she knew well, she hung back and played the role of observer; which had grown to be rather dull and predictable.
JJ would always get wasted the quickest out of anyone there, then proceed to invite any girl who was willing to the nearest spot he could find to have meaningless, drunk sex. Kiara tends to drive whole droves of people away by falling into an inescapable rant about how America doesn't do enough for climate change. John B stayed causal at gatherings like these, but Aurora's favorite partygoer to watch by far was Pope and his unfathomably horrendous flirting skills. Tonight, his words were some of them worst she'd ever seen them.
He was sitting with a pretty blonde touron on a large piece of driftwood just in front of Aurora, inevitably sliding into his strange and rather freakish way of speaking only about death, or dead bodies, or the decaying of dead bodies. "It's kind of weird when on tv we see people die and they just kind of sit there, but in actuality they'd be shitting and farting up a storm."
Aurora closed her eyes at his execrable attempt to the start of a conversation, both he and the blonde staring at each other in shock; knowing he had royally messed up. It only took a few seconds for her to rightfully stand up and walk away, Pope sighing to himself. She bit her lip to suppress a giggle, ambling up behind him before stepping over the driftwood and plopping back on it beside him.
"You saw the whole thing?" he asked, looking forward as he watched her from the corner of his eye.
"Whole thing." she confirmed with a nod and budding smile, her cheeks rosey in her endeavors to not laugh at him.
