| Lonely Girl |
[Mar. 4th, 2008|12:58 am] |
who: Summer Roberts & OPEN
what: Arrival
Summer rolled her eyes and clicked off her cellphone as she flopped onto her bed. "Way to answer your phone, Coop." All she wanted was some place to escape the stepmonster while her dad was out of town and her best friend couldn't even be bothered to pick up the phone?
Summer loved to shop, but she didn't see how the people running the mall were about to let her stay there for like, 72 hours or whatever. They eventually had to close and no way could she sleep there. Or shower there. And not showering for more than a day? Eww. Just eww.
"Looks like I need a new plan," she sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. "I could go bug Cohen and hope Marissa's there with Ryan?" Pass. Who wants to spend their afternoon hanging out with Cohen the Comic Book Geek? "I could... lay here and rot or go enjoy the beach for a while."
Pushing herself up off the bed she got up and gathered things to go to the beach. Going alone was a little pathetic, but less pathetic than laying in her room feeling sorry for herself that anyone she actually wanted to spend time with was totally MIA.
She headed down the hall to at least make sure she told her stepmoster she was leaving - so that the barely coherent supposed parent couldn't claim she didn't later - but didn't get any response when she knocked on the door. She turned and went to check her hair in the guest bathroom mirror and found the door stuck. She pushed and pulled until it finally popped free and she tumbled not into the bathroom, but the dirt in front of a two-storey building that looked extremely out of place for Newport. She didn't really trouble herself with why it was in her house, because she was too confused by its presence to start with.
"Well, at least I'm not in like, Chino or something," she commented with a shrug. She hadn't wanted to be at home anyway.
She pushed open the front door to the place and was suprised by how cozy it all seemed. "Uh... hi?" she called out, wandering to a comfy chair and pulling out her magazine. |
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