Kennedy Callaway
Kennedy’s eyes were heavy with sleep although she’d been passed out for the past twelve hours. The morning sun beamed through the make shift, sheet curtain that hung over her window. She breathed in slowly, the smell of the salty air never got old to her, she’d lived by the ocean her entire life, yet the smell of salty ocean air was something she never got used to and hoped she never would.
She shifted in the bed, moving from her side to her back, feeling someone else in bed next to her and she finally willed her eyes open, Austen was asleep next to her, naked, though the sheets covered from his hips down. Kenna rolled her eyes him being next to her in bed, naked, meant two things. They’d had sex and they were on again. Her eyes traced over his perfectly etched body and she smirked. At least he was good for one thing she thought.
She sat up dressed in nothing more than Austen’s black t-shirt and a pair of lacy black boy short, under ware. She grabbed her pack of cigarettes, lighting one and taking a long drag, underneath her cloths her heart aced like it always did, but she ignored it, she’d grown use to the pain and hardly noticing it these days, but everyone in a while it flared up more than normal reminding her.
She quietly crossed over Austen, stepping of the bed, if you could call two mattresses stacked on top each other a bed. She grabbed the half empty bottle of whisky that loosely hung from his hand. He was a heavy sleeper, so she wasn’t all that worried about waking him. She took a swig from the whisky bottle not even flinching as it burned down her throat. She stepped over empty bottles, dirty cloths, acoustic guitars, and other unidentifiable objects scattered on the floor, like she knew what steps to take by heart.
Finally reaching the door, not bothering to put pants on simply staying in her post sex cloths. She made her way into the kitchen, where Jack, Brandy, Tristan, and several others, were still passed out from last night’s party. As per usual she was the first awake. She stepped over unconscious bodies until she reached the expensive stereo system, they had somehow acquired, it was wired through the entire house inside and out, it came in handy for their almost nightly parties. She slipped in a blank CD with the words “Morning Mix” written in hot pink.
The soft melody of the song drifted through the house loudly, not annoyingly loud. It was Kennedy’s ritualistic wake up call, meaning everyone needed to get the fuck up and if they didn’t live there, they needed to get the fuck out.
She stepped back over the bodies that started to shift and moan, more than likely a little hung over. She pushed the screen door open stepping out onto the porch and taking a deep breath, closing her eyes as she listened to the music.
“Mouse?” Her eyes shot open at the voice and the nickname, her eyes falling on her older brother and she suddenly become aware of how trashy she looked. Cigarette in one hand, half full whisky bottle in the other, scantily dressed.
But she could careless, she hadn’t seen her brother in over a year and he was well aware of who she was and he loved her anyways, an uncontrollable smirk lit her lips.
Keegan Callaway
Keegan’s knee bounced up and down as he sat in his mother’s kitchen, clearly uncomfortable and wanting to leave. His morning had been hell, first the airline had misplaced his luggage, then he’d nearly got arrested for starting a fight with some arrogant teenager, he’d left his cell phone back in California, and now he was having to go to his mother to try and find out where Kennedy was. He’d saved her address in his cellphone, which also happen to have cellphone number.
“I don’t know where that trap is, I haven’t seen her in over four months.” His mother hissed, it was clear she didn’t care about any of her children. “It’s nice of you to show up after four years.” She said coldly.
She’d aged tremendously since the last time Keegan had seen her, he figured that was more or less due to the fact she had lung cancer, but he honestly didn’t give a shit.
“You looking for Kenna?” A soft voice came from behind him and he smirked, already knowing who it was. Charlotte smiled to her older brother, wrapping her arms around him tightly as he stood up.
“Hey Charlie.” He said kissing the top of her head “Yeah, you know where she is.” He said pulling back so he could look at her.
“Yeah, but…” Charlotte glanced to her mother, the women rolled her eyes leaving the room not bothering to try and find out where her daughter was. “She’s live out on South Haven Beach.” She said writing the address down on a piece of paper and Keegan silently wondered how she’d turned out so sweet being raised with such a terrible person. She handed him the piece of paper, giving him another quick hug.
“I’ll be back in a few days to see you okay kido.” He said giving her a small smile before leaving without eve so much as a goodbye to his mother.
It was only an hour by bus to get to South Haven, but the walk to his sister’s actual house would take another twenty minutes. The bus left him off and he was glad to finally be off the thing. He pulled the strap of his warn backpack that held everything that held any importance to him, over his shoulder better securing it as he walked down the narrow asphalt path, that he knew would lead to the house.
He smoked a couple joints, enjoying the quite, serene surroundings. The weed doing nothing other than relax him, having smoked so often it rarely had an effect on him anymore. He heard music and smirked knowing he was getting close, it sounded like something his sister would listen to.
Finally a yellow house came into view and he walked up the small stone path, before pausing seeing his sister come out of the small old house. Dressed in nothing but a t-shirt and under ware, bottle in one hand smoke in the other, he let out a silent laugh, shaking his head.
“Mouse?” he said making himself present, she glanced to him surprised, smirking.
Finally decided to come home?” her snarky tone, not having any effect on him “Welcome back loser.” she smirked taking a swig of the whisky.
She made his way up the stairs grabbing the bottle from her and downing most of what was left, before stealing her cigarette.
“Thanks chief, missed you too.” He winked leaning against the banister enjoying her cigarette.
Kennedy’s eyes were heavy with sleep although she’d been passed out for the past twelve hours. The morning sun beamed through the make shift, sheet curtain that hung over her window. She breathed in slowly, the smell of the salty air never got old to her, she’d lived by the ocean her entire life, yet the smell of salty ocean air was something she never got used to and hoped she never would.
She shifted in the bed, moving from her side to her back, feeling someone else in bed next to her and she finally willed her eyes open, Austen was asleep next to her, naked, though the sheets covered from his hips down. Kenna rolled her eyes him being next to her in bed, naked, meant two things. They’d had sex and they were on again. Her eyes traced over his perfectly etched body and she smirked. At least he was good for one thing she thought.
She sat up dressed in nothing more than Austen’s black t-shirt and a pair of lacy black boy short, under ware. She grabbed her pack of cigarettes, lighting one and taking a long drag, underneath her cloths her heart aced like it always did, but she ignored it, she’d grown use to the pain and hardly noticing it these days, but everyone in a while it flared up more than normal reminding her.
She quietly crossed over Austen, stepping of the bed, if you could call two mattresses stacked on top each other a bed. She grabbed the half empty bottle of whisky that loosely hung from his hand. He was a heavy sleeper, so she wasn’t all that worried about waking him. She took a swig from the whisky bottle not even flinching as it burned down her throat. She stepped over empty bottles, dirty cloths, acoustic guitars, and other unidentifiable objects scattered on the floor, like she knew what steps to take by heart.
Finally reaching the door, not bothering to put pants on simply staying in her post sex cloths. She made her way into the kitchen, where Jack, Brandy, Tristan, and several others, were still passed out from last night’s party. As per usual she was the first awake. She stepped over unconscious bodies until she reached the expensive stereo system, they had somehow acquired, it was wired through the entire house inside and out, it came in handy for their almost nightly parties. She slipped in a blank CD with the words “Morning Mix” written in hot pink.
The soft melody of the song drifted through the house loudly, not annoyingly loud. It was Kennedy’s ritualistic wake up call, meaning everyone needed to get the fuck up and if they didn’t live there, they needed to get the fuck out.
She stepped back over the bodies that started to shift and moan, more than likely a little hung over. She pushed the screen door open stepping out onto the porch and taking a deep breath, closing her eyes as she listened to the music.
“Mouse?” Her eyes shot open at the voice and the nickname, her eyes falling on her older brother and she suddenly become aware of how trashy she looked. Cigarette in one hand, half full whisky bottle in the other, scantily dressed.
But she could careless, she hadn’t seen her brother in over a year and he was well aware of who she was and he loved her anyways, an uncontrollable smirk lit her lips.
Keegan Callaway
Keegan’s knee bounced up and down as he sat in his mother’s kitchen, clearly uncomfortable and wanting to leave. His morning had been hell, first the airline had misplaced his luggage, then he’d nearly got arrested for starting a fight with some arrogant teenager, he’d left his cell phone back in California, and now he was having to go to his mother to try and find out where Kennedy was. He’d saved her address in his cellphone, which also happen to have cellphone number.
“I don’t know where that trap is, I haven’t seen her in over four months.” His mother hissed, it was clear she didn’t care about any of her children. “It’s nice of you to show up after four years.” She said coldly.
She’d aged tremendously since the last time Keegan had seen her, he figured that was more or less due to the fact she had lung cancer, but he honestly didn’t give a shit.
“You looking for Kenna?” A soft voice came from behind him and he smirked, already knowing who it was. Charlotte smiled to her older brother, wrapping her arms around him tightly as he stood up.
“Hey Charlie.” He said kissing the top of her head “Yeah, you know where she is.” He said pulling back so he could look at her.
“Yeah, but…” Charlotte glanced to her mother, the women rolled her eyes leaving the room not bothering to try and find out where her daughter was. “She’s live out on South Haven Beach.” She said writing the address down on a piece of paper and Keegan silently wondered how she’d turned out so sweet being raised with such a terrible person. She handed him the piece of paper, giving him another quick hug.
“I’ll be back in a few days to see you okay kido.” He said giving her a small smile before leaving without eve so much as a goodbye to his mother.
It was only an hour by bus to get to South Haven, but the walk to his sister’s actual house would take another twenty minutes. The bus left him off and he was glad to finally be off the thing. He pulled the strap of his warn backpack that held everything that held any importance to him, over his shoulder better securing it as he walked down the narrow asphalt path, that he knew would lead to the house.
He smoked a couple joints, enjoying the quite, serene surroundings. The weed doing nothing other than relax him, having smoked so often it rarely had an effect on him anymore. He heard music and smirked knowing he was getting close, it sounded like something his sister would listen to.
Finally a yellow house came into view and he walked up the small stone path, before pausing seeing his sister come out of the small old house. Dressed in nothing but a t-shirt and under ware, bottle in one hand smoke in the other, he let out a silent laugh, shaking his head.
“Mouse?” he said making himself present, she glanced to him surprised, smirking.
Finally decided to come home?” her snarky tone, not having any effect on him “Welcome back loser.” she smirked taking a swig of the whisky.
She made his way up the stairs grabbing the bottle from her and downing most of what was left, before stealing her cigarette.
“Thanks chief, missed you too.” He winked leaning against the banister enjoying her cigarette.