The Summer Runaways

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Did you ever have that one place where you at home? Did you feel like you didn't have to be ashamed of yourself? For six teens, this is the place where all their cares go away. Welcome to Freedom,California.

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Owner: BleedingLover
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The dude froze when Izzie called him out on it. Even after Alice turned to look at the guy and said, "I'm really sorry but where have I seen you before?", he seemed a bit nerve-shot, but he did seem to ease up a bit. "" he reached up, messing with the metal ring pierced around his lower lip as Izzie, unconvinced, awaited an answer. "I know you guys." And with that, looking down almost sheepishly at the ground, he reached back into the back pocket of his pants and retrieved a letter akin to the one which Izzie, and presumably the rest of the group, had received.

She was positive she had no idea who this dude was. He definitely couldn't be any one of the original group--she remembered them all, and he didn't look remotely like any of them. Even five years couldn't change someone so thoroughly. The suspicious woman remained apprehensive, as though this stranger was intending something shady. Hell, she didn't know. But she had no idea who he was, and yet he'd reached into his pocket and taken out the same letter everyone else in the original group had gotten. How could that make sense?

Alice had taken the letter, and then looked back up at the guy. "Ellie? Oh my god, it's so great to see you!"

Izzie's brow furrowed. "Um, have you all gone louco? Maybe I'm the only one who remembers, but Ellie was a short, skinny girl, not a dude with a shitload of piercings." She stood up, turning on the supposed 'Ellie', the distrust and vigilance all but palpable in her eyes. "How'd you get the letter that was meant for Ellie?" she demanded, feeling the familiar sense of anger rising within herself. If any harm had befallen Ellie didn't matter that it'd been five years ago. All of them, all of those kids had given Izzie the will to live at a time when she direly needed it. No amount of time was going to lessen the fiercely (and often overtly) protective sentiments Izzie still bore.

OOC: Louco, self-explanatorily, means 'crazy' in Portuguese. :v