the hipster solution

My best friend Riley Chance was different.

Riley Chance was cruel.
Riley Chance was dangerous.
Riley Chance was reckless.

Riley Chance was smart.
Riley Chance was beautiful.
Riley Chance was funny.

Riley Chance was... always right. About everything. And she was always prepared to argue about it, and prove herself right.

Riley Chance would always lie, and even if people thought her lies would be wrong, the lies would be true.

Everyday, Riley would smoke, have a drink, then repeat the steps at around brunch time, then dinner time, then right before she went to bed.

I don't know why Connor, my brother, would love her. I have my reasons to love her as my own sister, but why would my brother love her in the crush kind of way? Was it her shiny hair, or her blue stormy eyes? Or was it because of how she stood strong, or always spoke her bloody damn mind?

Riley Chance was my best friend. My sister. But to the town, and everyone else, Riley Chance was the Hipster.

The hipster that my brother loved. The hipster that looked for the solution, the answer to life.

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