“You’re more straight forward then my last interrogation.” He laughed and she shrugged. It was true. She was always getting herself into trouble by shooting her mouth off and asking questions people generally didn't like answering. “You mean to tell me Kennedy has already spilled everything?” he said with a smirk. Again she shrugged. Kenna had told her parts of her life, and Dahl had lived with her for a little while before they'd moved out, so she knew her horror show of a mother, but she was interested to hear his side of the story.
She watched as he flicked his cigarette away before turning to her. “Dad died, mom turned into a massive whore…Kennedy raised out little sister, I went to college, got into some trouble in California, came home to find Kennedy living with a beautiful roommate.” He said with a casual shrug. “I mean if you want the long story, I could bore you for hours, but I'm not sure Kennedy would be too happy with me airing our dirty laundry.” He glanced at the path that lead to the beach before looking at her again. “And I’m twenty two…why do I look old or something?” he said, answering her second question.
"What about you?" He asked casually. "How'd you end up here? With that ass of a brother."
Dahlia smirked at his remark about Jack, but sighed at his other question, running her fingers through her hair, thinking of the best way to answer it. She didn't want to answer, but he had answered her, no matter how generic his answer had been so she just shrugged.
"No, you don't look old." She laughed lightly. "Where I've been doesn't matter, but sense you answered me..." She started, looking down at her hands before leaning back on them again and looking up at him. "I didn't grow up here, though I'm sure you've already guessed that." She shrugged. "I grew up in New York." She smirked. "If the Big Apple doesn't make you tough, I don't know what will." She chuckled. "Anyway, the short version is that I killed my dad, and my stupid mom was only holding me down, so I emancipated myself at fifteen." She shrugged like it was normal, though she knew it wasn't. "I moved out here then and moved in with Kenna for a bit, sorry about your mom by the way." She said. "Then we moved out. Tristin followed me from New York, and so did Jack." She shrugged like she'd just tole him the sky was blue.
Nathan chuckled at her scoff. Clearly, despite the fact that he was her boyfriend, she didn't think what they had was worthy of being called "paradise", and he tried not to be too happy about that. “Listen pretty boy, I don’t need your input too alright.” She spat, and he held up his hands in defense, about to make some wise ass comment about her thinking he was "pretty" when she spoke again. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” She said, and he knit his brows. He never had anywhere to be. “Like a girlfriend or something?” She gestured to his phone, and he laughed, amused that she thought he'd been talking to a girlfriend on the phone. “Boyfriend maybe?”
He watched as she stood to gather her things, clearly trying to look busy so he would go away, but he just stood there, watching her. “Need a fix?” she asked casually “I could use some company at the least.”
Nathan laughed lightly. "I knew you'd come around. Yeah, that sounds fun." He said with a smirk. "I don't have a girlfriend by the way." He said as he slipped away his phone. "Not that it's really your business. Just thought I'd keep you from getting too jealous."