Kennedy Callaway

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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.

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Keegan Callaway

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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.

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Kennedy Callaway

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Kennedy raised her brow to her brother as if giving him a next time you take my cigarette, I won’t be so forgiving kind of look. To which he simply smirked. It wasn’t hard to tell they were brother and sister, once they opened their mouths of course they practically had the same attitude.

“Nice place sis.” He said casually.

Kennedy shrugged as she grabbed the pack of cigarettes from the small table on the porch lighting another and taking a drag of it, she walked back over to stand near her brother. I’d been so long since she’d seen him, if they’d have been alone she’d have easily turned into a little girl and hugged him, but she was in front of her peers, most of them didn’t even know any of her family was still living.

“You know that’s not good for you.” he said the words hating the way they’d come out as he sat there smoking just like her.

She rolled her eyes, taking a long drag on purpose “I’m letting you stay here for free Ty.” She said plainly “Your my brother, not mom…not dad. If you want to live her you play by my rules simple as that.” She said, though she knew he meant well. “People don’t know there anything wrong with me, I plan to keep it that way.” She said informing him and he nodded in understanding.

His softer side disappearing almost immediately as he’d let it show through. “Well, I got you a house warming gift, Lilo’s bringing it by later today.” He smirked and Kennedy gave him a confused look.

“You still talk to that skank?” she rolled her eyes.

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Keegan Callaway

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“You still talk to that skank?” Kennedy asked and Keegan rolled his eyes as he put out the cigarette.

He opened his mouth to answer but his attention was pulled from his sister, to the girl who joined them on the porch. She was dressed like his sister and she still looked like she was coming off of some kind of high, he smirked as she looked him over, not at all trying to hide it.

"Well A-lo-ha." she said drawing out the word and he sighed as he finished off what was left of the whisky bottle. “Kennedy? Who's your friend?” she whispered to his sister, making it loud enough for him to hear.

He liked this girl already, she was bold and fearless, something in her body language told him she was just the type of girl he loved to pick apart, the type of girl that could challenge him.

He smirked “Babe, if you want to get to know me, ask me yourself.” He said confidently, it wasn’t common for his forward gestures to win a girl over, though something told him that wouldn’t work with her and he hated himself for reading her like an open book, but he couldn’t help it, he did it to everyone.

“Cool it.” Kennedy said giving her brother small look “She’s not a science project.” Kennedy spat already able to see the wheels in her brothers head turning.

“I’m Keegan.” He said crossing his arms in front of him coolly “Kennedy’s brother.” he said respecting his sisters wishes. “And you are? Let me guess…Dahlia.” He smirked “Kenna’s told me a lot about you, except for how stunningly beautiful you are.” He gave a sideways smirk.

Kennedy sighed ”Keegan, you’re a fucking idiot.” She rolled her eyes, no longer wanting to be around him, he could tell he’d pissed her off and he mentally kick himself as he watched her disappear into the house.

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Kennedy Callaway

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Kennedy was normally extremely patient with her brother, they were the only ones who understood where the other was coming from and from a split second she’d wondered why she’d been so short with him, until her skin started to crawl and she was absentmindedly itching the inside of her elbow. She realized she hadn’t had a hit in a few days and it was really starting to affect her mood, she hated being addicted, but it wasn’t like it was easy to stop or she could quit cold turkey.

She sat at the small two person table that sat outside the kitchen in their make shift dining room. But, it was all one room the living room, the dining room and the kitchen were all open to each other and she pretend not to see the exchange between Jack and Dahlia. She really wanted to deck him in the face, she didn’t know what went on between them, but she knew he held something over her and she hated that. Her mind was all over and she couldn’t focus on one particular thing, so she pretended to read over some old bills.

”She’s a bitch” she heard jack sat to Nathan, her fists clenched almost instinctively.

"Anyone want pancakes?" Dahlia asked and she heard Nathan say something, but she wasn’t really paying much attention to him.

"What's up with you?" She knew he was talking to her, she glanced to him with s wicked smirk.

“I’m sorry…do I know you?” she asked playing dumb “Oh right, you’re the ass hole who hangs out with the worthless piece of shit.” She said spat harshly, keeping her eyes on him.

Her attention was taken as she glanced to the front door seeing her brother come through the door. Already knowing him and Jack would be at each others throats, once Keegan saw how he treated Dahlia.

“I’ll take some babe.” He smirked and Kennedy rolled her eyes. She could already tell, Dahlia was her brother’s next challenge and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“Hey ass hole.” She said glancing back to Nathan “I need a favor.” She started as Keegan made his way into the kitchen, sitting across from Kennedy at the table.

Kennedy stood up crossing the room, stopping in front of where Nathan sat an just like Dahlia had she took his joint, taking a drag from it. She need to keep her mind off getting a fix one because she had no one to shoot up with this early in the morning and she hated doing it alone and two she was bored and she had never really talked to him before, other then a few words here and there

“I need you to kick my boyfriend out.” She smirked wickedly.

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Keegan Callaway

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"Great. I’m going to have to cool her off." She teased as she continued "Yeah I'm Dahlia." he smirked, proud of himself for being right "But you can keep your lame compliments and pick up lines to yourself. Oh, and don't call me babe again. Remember that, and you're welcome to come in." she said and he was instantly hooked.

Telling him not to do something or that he couldn’t, meant he was going to do it whether or not you liked it. He didn’t follow her in immediately though, he stayed leaned against the banister. Life here was different, it was calmer. They did what they wanted with little to no repercussions and he loved that. He was happy to be back home, he just didn’t know how he’d fit in.

Finally coming inside his sister seemed to be more agitated and he knew now it wasn’t him who’d said something, she was having a withdrawal from something.

“I’ll take some babe.” He smirked making himself present but speaking only to Dahlia, purposely calling her Babe.

He made his way across the room sitting across from Kennedy, though she got up almost as soon as he’d sat down. He wasn’t paying attention to his sister, instead his attention was on Dahlia.

“It’s a good thing one of you can cook.” He smirked “Kenna can’t cook worth shit.” He laughed.

Keegan could feel eyes on him, most of which were from the remaining stragglers who had yet to leave the small apartment. He was intimidating, the way he carried himself and the way he looked, screamed fresh out of prison, though he’d never actually been to prison. Only jail a few times, he knew glanced around the room to where his sister was holding a conversation with a guy, which made his eyes narrow, but he managed to pull his eyes away as he scanned the room, sure enough a few guys had been staring at him and quickly turned when he’d spotted them.

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Kennedy Callaway

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"There's some on the table for ya K." she heard her friend say and she glanced over her shoulder giving her a smile.

“Thanks hun.” She said before turning back to Nathan.

He stood up, he was suddenly close to her and she had to admit there was an energy between them, that she wonder if he felt or maybe that was just the sex addict in her taking over. Whatever it was she pushed it far from her thoughts. He wasn't the type of guy she'd ever want to get involved with.

"Why not?" she smirked as he took his joint back "But you'll owe me dollface." she wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by that, but whatever he had in mind she’d more than likely do and if she didn’t want to she just wouldn’t.

She followed behind him already knowing Austen would try and start something. He wasn’t some pansy ass and he hated when people ordered him around. She lend on the wall across from her bedroom door as Nathan went in and threw his pants on his face, before nudging him to wake up. Kennedy could have easily done it herself, hell she could have had Keegan do it and he’d been happy to do it. But, Kennedy got these ideas in her head and once she did it was almost impossible to get them out of her head and the idea of another guy, Nathan in particular waking up her on again off again boyfriend, who claimed he was in love with her, after they’d just had sex, seemed amusing to her.

"Up and out. Princess wants you gone." she could help but let out a silent laugh at the use of princess. Princess of being wasted, strung out, and having a one track mind for sex and surfing maybe.

Austen sat up, giving Nathan a Death glare before glancing behind him to where Kennedy stood lend on the wall, casually. Kenna ran her hands through her hair pretending not to see the way he looked her over, like she was a charity case. She could never understand why he chased after her, but claimed to hate D. They were initially the same type of girl, that he liked to classify as trashy.

“Last time I checked you don’t live here.” He said harshly slipping his pants on, already having boxers on.

“Yeah and neither do you.” Kenna cut in.

He walked past Nathan to where Kennedy stood, he could tell by just looking at her she was having withdrawals. She yawned like she was bored of him, waiting for him to lecture her like he always did or tell her how she’d regret this and that.

“Good luck dealing with her, I’d get out of the house while you can, the devils going to come out in her.” He said speaking to Nathan though keeping his eyes on Kennedy “I got somewhere to be anyways.” He said kissing her roughly on the lips.

She didn’t bother kissing back or pushing him away, she was focused more on the Lorde song that started to drift through the speakers, she smirk as he pulled away.

“Bye Austen.” She said simply, he rolled his eyes storming out of the house.

She walked into the room not bothering to thank Nathan or even acknowledge that he was still standing there. She bent over the bed, purposely knowing her ass was hanging out of her lacy panties, grabbing her stash of joints from the window seal, lighting one and taking a long drag. Kennedy had almost perfected the art of seduction, down to the way she moved or even smoked. She knew what guys liked and she knew just how to keep them guessing and wanting more.

She lend against the wall sitting on her bed as she looked up at Nathan, smirking. “So I hear you can surf…pretty damn good.” She started “You good with your hands too?” she said bluntly, more teasing as she took another drag from the joint. They’d never had a real conversation, since he started hanging around, mostly because she figured he’d be gone and there was no reason to pretend to get to know him. But, she’d be lying to herself if she said she hadn’t at least been curious or thought of what he’d be like in bed on occasion.

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Keegan Callaway

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Keegan watched as Dahlia catered to everyone’s needs, handing them plates of food and he watched the way everyone interacted. Oddly enough it was like a family, extremely fucked up and broken, but it felt like more like home, than his actual home had. He was proud of Kennedy she had managed to find someone just as crazy, yet completely good hearted as her and they’d started their own really dysfunctional family.

He felt someone behind him and the smell of pot, alcohol, and ocean water was familiar to him. Her lips next to his ears caused him to shiver inside, but he was completely composed on the outside. "Eat up, babe." she said dropping the plate in front of him.

He shook his head giving a small laugh as he looked at the small palm sized pancake on his plate and the way she’d purposely called him babe and he mentally applauded her. Most girls would have already been batting their eyelashes or offered him a night he’d never forget.

A few moments later she sat down across from him "Alright, now that I've served everyone, I'm finally sitting down. So if any of you fuckers need someone to help you butter your pancakes, Jack," he followed her eyes to the homeless looking guy, that seemed to always be making some kind of rude comment about her "Don't bother me with your problems." she finished and he brought his eyes back to her.

He glanced to the plate Dahl had dubbed as Kennedy’s plate quickly making a switch with his own plate. He used the side of his fork to start cutting into the pancakes and taking a bite, not bothering to put butter or syrup on them. It was good…better than good. She could defiantly cook. Keegan glanced up seeing yet another person leave, who looked a little more than upset and he watched as another girl came inside. He glanced to Dahlia.

“So how often do you guys have parties?” he asked casually.

“Nightly.” Brandy cut in all though he was obviously asking D and not her. “Your more than welcome to join us tonight.” She smirk looking him over “Brandy.” She introduced herself pretending that Dahlia wasn’t even there.

“You live here to?” he asked seeming annoyed by her not bothering to introduce himself.

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Kennedy Callaway

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"Yeah." She smirked at his answer "Why? You want to find out?" He asked, though her face appeared emotionless as she shrugged at his question.

She took a drag of her joint looking away from him for a second, thinking of what she wanted to say to him, but the moment was quick as she glanced back to him with a smirk.

“Maybe I do” She said in a more serious tone, not bothering to hide the smirk on her face “But, then again…” she started as she stood up grabbing her bikini top from the floor turning her back to him as she took off the shirt, not bothered by the fact that he was right there, her bare back facing him as she slipped her bikini top on, tying it. “You seem like you’d get attached.” She teased having seen his interactions with random girls over the past year, having seen how detached he actually was.

She wrapped a towel around her waist, swapping her underwear for her swimsuit bottoms. Before dropping the towel, the swim suit hugging her body and complementing it perfectly.

“And I just don’t do commitment.” She winked. Letting him know she was kidding. The room was quite for a second as she collected her things for a long day out surfing.

When she finished she walked close enough to him there was only a sliver of space between them, she stole what was left of his joint taking a drag off of it, trying her best to ignore the energy the was obvious between them.

“Instead of wasting your time on all those inexperienced girl tonight, why don’t you let me show you a good time.” She whisper with a smirk.

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Keegan Callaway

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Keegan watched her introducing everyone, like his sister had failed to do. He made assumptions of each of them. He really didn’t like any of them to be honest, he’d picked apart all of them and read their body language. Jack and Tristan were his biggest issues, but he held his tongue, when really he just wanted to tell them off, bat the shit out of them.

He watched Tristan and how territorial he was over D, he rolled his eyes. "But, with this many people in and out of here all the time, it's kind of impossible not to have a party almost every night." her voice brought him from his thoughts and he nodded his head in agreement with her. "Hope you like the floor. My brother's got the couch and we don't have another bedroom." Dahlia said as if she’d just realized there wasn’t enough room.

He let out a small chuckle shrugging “As appealing as the floor sounds, I’ve got a hamak.” She said finishing his pancakes. “I’d rather be outside under the stars, falling asleep to the sound of the waves.” He smirked.

Brandy looked at him “Are you gay?” she asked disappointment in her voice.

Keegan gave her a look, like she’d just asked the dumbest question he’d ever heard. He took a moment before answering letting out a sigh as if he was about to admit that her was actually Gay. He didn’t like this girl and he could tell she wasn’t very smart.

“Yeah, probably the gayest person you’ll ever meet.” He said in a false sad voice. She looked at him almost disgusted and he smirked. “I mean I’m surprised your gaydar didn’t break when I walked in the room.” He said sarcastically glancing to Dahlia and Tristan, it was obvious everyone knew he was kidding but Brandy.

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Kennedy Callaway

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"Normally I like a girl I have to chase a little." he started as his eye wondered over her body causing her to smirk "But in your case, I think I can make an exception." she raised a brow. "Sounds like a plan. Don't let me keep you from the waves." she rolled her eyes.

She took a step back sighing “What makes you think you’re not going to have to chase me?” she asked keeping her eyes on him “I may be trashy Nate, but that doesn’t make me easy.” She said honestly, before heading towards the door, she stopped turning back to face him. “By the way, don’t flatter yourself…” she said with a smirk “You not important enough to keep me from the waves.” She said blowing him a kiss before disappearing from the room completely.

She made her way down the hallway, seeing everyone still in the living room. She rolled her eyes at the way Brandy was sitting so close to her brother, Brandy was her friends sure, but she didn’t exactly like the girl, she put up with her because she’d known her since high school and as far as she knew Dahli and her got along fairly well. She walked into the kitchen, feeling up her water bottle, she ruffled Keegan’s hair as she walked by. No one ever asked where Kenna was going, they knew it wasn’t unusual for her to spend several hours surfing, sometimes not coming in until two or three in the morning.

She headed out the front door, grabbing her surfboard from the side of the house. She’d spent thousands of dollars from the money she had inherited from her father, to have a board custom designed and made to fit her body. She followed the path to the beach, it was a perfect day to surf, the waves were just right.

She waxed her surfboard, leaving her things on the beach as she head out to the ocean, that honestly felt more like home to her than anywhere else. She secured the Velcro strap around her ankle before feeling someone grab her wrist rough enough, she knew it’d bruise, not that it was all that hard to bruise her. She turned to see Austen standing their obviously angry with her, she simply smirked making an attempt to pull away, but it was no use.

“What the fuck was that this morning Kenna?” he said in a low angry tone, she shrugged as if she had no idea what he was talking about. “You’re not pushing me away this time.” He said roughly.

“Watch me.” She taunted, she felt him loosen her girp causing her to pull away instinctively, quickly heading out into the ocean .

“Kennedy!” he called after her but his voice was lost in the waves.

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Keegan Callaway

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“We're joking. He's not gay." He smirked, hiding his irritation with the girl "His eyes have been following me around too much for that." Keegan laughed and shrugged.

“Can’t help it.” He said simply “I like the view.” He said watching her head from the room before getting up from his seat and taking his plate to the kitchen.

He sighed as he sat down on the couch, keeping his eyes on his phone as he text Lilo a few messages giving her the address. He hadn’t seen her besides their occasional conversation on Skype, in about five years. He felt someone ruffle his hair causing him to look up just in time to see Kennedy slip out the door, the same time Dahlia walked back into the room dressed and fresh out of the shower.

"I think that's more clothes than I've seen you wear all your life." he heard Jack say but he looked back down to his phone as if he wasn’t interested in the conversation.

"What can I say? I felt the need to dress up for our guest." he smirked when she said that, but he still kept his eyes on his phone.

“No need to dress up for me. I’d prefer to see you out of your cloths in all honesty.” He said finally glancing up at her, ignoring the presence of her brother who sat right next to her.

Keegan was always forward he didn’t feel the need to dance around obvious things. He stood up, shoving his phone into his pocket. He could feel himself coming down from his high and as much as he wanted to stick around and talk D out of her cloths, he knew his temper would flare up until he took a hit of something, especially with the fact he didn’t really care for Jack.

“I’d love to stay and lounge around like your lazy ass.” He glanced to Jack with a smirk, but I have a bedroom to set up outside.” He said as he headed towards the door, grabbing his backpack.

“Need any help?” Brandy asked hopeful standing up like she already knew what his answer would be.

“No thanks, wouldn’t want you to break a nail.” He said sternly, though still light enough to pass for playful sarcasm.

He pushed the screen door open as he headed outside taking the porch steps two at a time, glancing around, figuring out where to set up his hamak. He walked around the side of the house, spotting two palm trees. He walked over setting his bag down pulling the hamak from it as he tied it between the trees. He grabbed a bottle of pills from his bag pooping a few before hopping up into the hamak, making himself comfortable.

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Kennedy Callaway

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Kennedy was pissed beyond belief at the way Austen acted like he owned her, like they were actually together. She always surfed better when she had a lot on her mind, it was the only way she could sort out her thoughts without taking them out on someone else and seriously hurting them. She paddled out taking her first wave with perfect posture, riding it all the way back in to the shore and quickly paddling back out before Austen could protest.

She rode wave after wave like a pro, her posture perfect as if every wave she caught was for a score and she was competing and if she was, she’d win no question about it. She glanced to the doc seeing Nathan, wondering why he’d followed her out there, then again, she was almost positive he hadn’t come out there for her, then she noticed he’d been on the phone and she suddenly felt her stomach twist.

She was supposed to call Charlie, how could she have been so selfish. She cursed under hear breath as she rode the next wave in. She was always selfish, until it came to her little sister, then she was another person entirely. She picked up her surfboard and threw it down next to her stuff digging through her small beach bag grabbing her phone, dialing her sister’s number, no answer meant she was mad at Kennedy and she had every right to be.

“Fuck.” She breathed, sighing as she threw her phone back into her bag. Kennedy was the only person that really took care of Charlie, she always had and when she didn’t call her, Charlie knew it was because Kennedy was drunk or high. Kennedy sat down beside her surfboard, the sand sticking to her wet body like a magnet.

“Finally decide to talk?” Austen’s said sitting next to her.

She felt her anger rise “Austen, seriously not in the mood for your shit…fuck off.” She said raising her voice, knowing no one other than Nathan was out there and she could care less if he heard.

“Your never in the mood Kenna.” Austen said irritated “Get your act together or you’re never going to get your sister out of there.” He said standing up and walking away before Kennedy had the chance to punch him, like she would have if he hadn’t left. Normally she would have chased after him and beat the shit out of him for a comment like that, but she was too pissed at herself to try and be mad at someone else.

She glanced up to were Nathan was hoping he hadn’t heard there conversation, she doubted he had seeing he was at the end of the doc. She didn’t like people knowing about her situation with trying to adopt her sister, Austen had only found out because he’d been snooping on Kennedy’s phone when they were actually together and she absolutely hated that he knew. She also wondered who Nate was talking to, not that it really mattered to her.

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Keegan let the pills he’d taken relax his body, they weren’t anything strong, they were just meant to relax him and keep him from killing Jack or hurting Brandy. Something to keep his mind off of the fact that he didn’t have any drugs at the moment, but he knew that would change when Lilo came, she was bringing him what he need to turn him to what had become his normal self.

"Looks like we're neighbors." he heard her voice causing him to smirk. He glanced up seeing her in the window watching him, although to her it would appear he hadn’t moved.

He watched as she disappeared back into the room and he closed his eyes continuing to enjoy the fact that he was back home, Kennedy was safe, and Dahlia was his new challenge. He let out a sighed, glancing to see Nathan walking the same path he’d watched Kennedy disappear into. He wasn’t exactly okay with that idea, he wondered briefly if they had something going on, then he remembered D saying something about Kennedy’s on again off again boyfriend and it wasn’t him, it had been someone else.

He was brought from his thoughts when he heard a voice coming from Dahlia’s room and for a moment he thought it was the radio, her voice was beautiful. He hopped out of the hamak and made his way curiously to the window, leaning against it, sticking his head in and smirking when he saw the voice was coming from her.

“You going to sing me to sleep at night.” he flirted “I mean after all it would be the neighborly thing to do.” He laughed lightly.

He effortlessly lifted himself off the ground, until he was sitting with his back lend in the window, on leg hanging out the other side, the other pulled to his chest. He lit a cigarette and took a drag off it watching her for a moment, hoping she wouldn’t stop because of his interruption.

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Kennedy Callaway

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Kennedy knew Austen was right, but she’d never admit that. She wouldn’t do her sister an good to get her out of one dysfunctional house and bring her to another, the only difference is, her sister would be taken care of and loved, not neglected and controlled. Then again, having to take care of her sister might actually make her grow up and she had to admit she didn’t know if she was ready for that.

"Trouble in paradise?" she didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

She scoffed at his comment, sure they lived in what everyone referred to as paradise but her relationship with Austen or anyone for that matter was the opposite of paradise.

“Listen pretty boy, I don’t need your input to alright.” She said harshly, not caring that it had come out harsher than she meant it to. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” she said finally looking up at him. “Like a girlfriend or something.” She said gesturing to his phone that was still in his hand. “Boyfriend maybe?” she smirked.

She stood up dusting the sand off of her, trying to look busy hoping maybe he’d go away. Although in all honesty, she kind of liked having him there, the energy she felt between them she kind of liked feeling it even though she was convinced by now it was nothing more than sexual tension. She glanced back to him seeing he still hadn’t left and she smirked.

“Need a fix?” she asked casually “I could use some company at the least.” She shrugged, highly doubting he’d join her, simply because he always seemed to be attached to Jacks hip.

Then again she almost hoped he’d say no, she didn’t know what it was about him, but she knew it was bad in the best kind of way. He was different than other guys, he didn’t get attached, he was clear what his intentions were and she was exactly the same way. She knew both of them together could be a recipe for disaster, she knew that she’d get attached him, there was just something about him that she couldn’t explain.

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"This is one of my favorites." he smirked glad she hadn’t stopped playing just cause he’d decided to impose and make himself comfortable.

He knew the song well, although the way she sang it, it was like hearing it for the first time. Her voice was amazing. He caught himself watching her, she was absolutely beautiful. He quickly shook the growing feelings, he pushed them far from his thoughts. He’d just hurt her if anything became of them and she didn’t deserve that, he wouldn’t just hurt her, he’d crush her and leave her to pick up the pieces like he’d done with every other girl he’d ever been with.

"So." his thoughts were interrupted and he hadn’t realized she’d stopped singing until she spoke to him "If you don't mind me asking... What's your story?" he took a drag off his cigarette, not bothered by the question, he couldn’t count the number of times he’d been asked that very question "Where've you been, and what brought you home?" she asked. He opened his mouth to speak but paused when she asked yet another question "How old are you?" he smirked.

“You’re more straight forward then my last interrogation.” He laughed all though the stamen held truth “You mean to tell me Kennedy has already spilled everything?” he said with a smirk.

He figured if Kennedy hadn’t told her about their past or she didn’t already know, she hadn’t lived here her whole life, because there family was pretty famous, due to their mothers four year murder case, that eventually ended in her getting off on claim of self-defense. He sighed as she flicked the bud of his cigarette out the widow before glancing back 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 shrugging like it was no big deal “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 out the window for a moment in the direction his sister had gone “And I’m twenty two…why do I look old or something?” he said glancing back to her.

"What about you?" he asked casually "How'd you end up here? with that ass of a brother." he said not trying to hide the fact he didn't like him.

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"I knew you'd come around. Yeah, that sounds fun." she scoffed, rolling her eyes as she walked towards, keep her eyes straight ahead, not bothering to look back to see if he was following "I don't have a girlfriend by the way." she pretended like she didn’t care, but she was actually kind of happy that he’d made a point to say he didn’t have a girlfriend "Not that it's really your business. Just thought I'd keep you from getting too jealous." she laughed at his comment about her being jealous although it was more of a mocking laugh.

“Even if you had a girlfriend…if I really wanted to fuck you I would.” She said simply “But don’t get excited…I said if I wanted to, not that I do want to.” She said making herself perfectly clear as she followed the path back towards the house.

She saw her brother had already made himself comfortable in her friends window and she rolled her eyes, she already knew that was coming. Dahlia was really pretty and she knew her brother well enough to know that her rough, bad girl attitude was exactly his type and eventually they’d end up at the least having sex.

She made her way into the house, pushing the screen door open, seeing Austen at the table, she rolled her eyes shooting him a look that said, come near me, I’ll murder you. But the look he’d returned her, he caught he drift and stayed sitting next to Jack, though he glared at Nathan as he followed behind her.

“Kennedy, what the fuck.” He yelled after her.

She grabbed Nathan’s arm pulling him in front of her, before roughly shoving him into her room with a smirk. Shutting the door behind her and locking it. Her room was the opposite of Dahlia’s in decoration; it was less hippy and more Rastafarian. Like Dahlia she’d ripped off her closet doors only she’d replaced them with beads. Her walls were all painted different colors to match the Rastafarian flag, the wall her beds side was pushed up against red, the wall her door was on green, and the two walls across from each other yellow. The red wall leading out of her room covered with posters and original vinyl records of classic bands, most of wich were from her father. The yellow wall opposite, the yellow closet wall having a large sugar skull painting Dahlia had done for her when they first moved in.

Kennedy dropped her stuff in her closet, grabbing a black ripped up Guns and Roses shirt slipping it over her bikini top, it being a little longer on her coving her bottoms, making it look like all she had on was the shirt. She popped a CD in her personal stereo, wanting to drown out everything outside her bedroom, like she normally did when she got high. The familiar harmonica in the song floating through the room loudly as the song started to play.

“I don’t do any of that pussy shit…like Jack.” She smirked wickedly as she rummaged through the drawer of her nightstand grabbing a few needles and the drug. “Hope you can handle it.” She said sitting down as she started to get the needles ready. “By the way.” She glanced up to him with a smirk “By the way, if my brother catches you in here with me...doing anything…your done for.” She winked.

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He listened as she explained her situation, he respected her, because although they didn’t have a lot in common, they were from similar and tragic backgrounds. He shrugged as she mentioned his mother, because in all honesty he’d become numb to his past years ago, he’d let go of it, for the most part, but maybe that was because he’d never actually talked about it.

“So you killed your dad.” He smirked “That’s sexy…I’m sure he deserved it.” He said matching her normalness, he had quite a sinister mind and his thoughts were always darker than he’d liked them to be, but it was something he couldn’t help. “No offense or anything, but that brother of yours is a real piece of work.” He sighed.

He was abusive when it came to women and he was a smartass, but for some reason, guys like Jack had more of an agenda then simply abusing a girl, not that he was any better. There was just something about him, that was really off putting about him.

“So that party tonight…you got a date.” He smirked “I need some pretty arm candy to show me around.” He teased.

He really didn't want to be stuck with Brandy trying to throw herself at him, he was scared he might actually hurt her. But, if Dahlia did say no, not that it'd really be a date. But, he could always settle for going with Lilo and more than likely hooking up with her, even though the thought of hooking up with D, seemed a little more exciting.

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"Don't worry baby. I'm not afraid." she glanced to him raising a brow "Of your drugs or your brother." she smirked as he continued "Besides, from what I could tell, he was pretty preoccupied with your friend." she rolled her eyes knowing he was right.

“You should be afraid…but not of my brother or my drugs.” She smirked moving closer to him as she grabbed his arm, wrapping a tourniquet around his bicep.

Her drugs were always laced, she was the one who did it, she’d learned to lace her drugs a few years a back and she’d been doing it ever since. Her drugs were ten times stronger than they should be and felt a hundred times better than they did without being laced. She ran her fingers over the inside of his elbow where she’d be sticking the needle. She felt sparks of electricity when her skin touched his, but she showed no sign of it, although she could clearly feel it.

“You should be scared of me.” She whispered as she stuck the needle into his skin, injecting the liquid.

She took the second needle grabbing the tourniquet from his arm and tying it around her own, before injecting the drug into her own body. It was like liquid fire running through her veins, it felt almost as good as her skin had felt against his. Her breathing started to slow and everything seemed more clear, yet everything started to slow down, even the beat of the new song that was playing seemed to slow, making it seem even darker and creepier. She reached up pulling the dark sheet over her window causing it to become extremely dark in the room, the soft lighting of the candles she kept lit almost 24/7.

She lend in dangerously close to him once again feeling the heat and energy between them. The darkness of her room allowing her to see a little more than a silhouette. She raised her index finger to his lips as if to tell him, don’t talk and ruin the moment. She lend in kissing his lips, immediately feeling electricity between them and the heat that rose from her neck to her cheeks, it was something she’d never felt with any other guy she’d been with not even Austen. She pulled away as if knowing there was no turning back.

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"First of all, I'm no one's arm candy, but hanging out with you sounds better than hanging out with Tristin." he nodded understanding her "Second of all, make all the comments about Jack you want. I hate him." he laughed

“Glad I have your blessing to insult him.” he smirked before hearing the loud music next door and feeling the vibration of the music against his back.

Dahlia didn’t seemed to mind Kenna’s loud music and he didn’t mind it either. "We can hang out here and drown out her music with some of my own..." he watched as she grabbed a bottle of pills and a vodka bottle "Or we can head down to the beach, or explore the palm forest some." She offered different spots for them to go but in all honesty he liked the idea of being in her room with her. "It's up to you, but there's vodka and drugs involved any way we go." she finally finished.

He smirked “I think drowning out her music takes the cake.” He said hopping out of the widow “Wait here, let me grab my contribution.”[/b] he said disappearing as he jogged over to his bag gabbing a few of his pill bottles he still had from California, before jogging back.

With one arm he effortlessly vaulted through her window, dropping the pills on her bed, before glancing up to her.

“Shall we play a game of skittles.” He said darkly as if challenging her. Skittles was a popular game he use to play with his friends, mixing pills together and taking them, hoping they didn’t die, it was almost a Russian Roulette, with the pills Keegan supplied. He glanced to the bottle of Vodka “Straight Vodka and Skittles…hope you don’t have any last wishes.” He smirked.

He heard the familiar beat of a darker song coming from his sisters room and he knit his eyebrows in confusions.

“Mouse listens to Manson?” he asked almost not able to believe it, though realizing he’d called Kennedy by a nickname no one here had probably ever heard. He shrugged not really expecting an answer “We gonna get this thing started or what? What’d do you got to drown her stuff out?”

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The rough way he grabbed her and pulled her lips back his is excited her, it took the breath out of her. His lips moved down her neck, giving her time to finally catch her breath, though his lips against her skin caused her to moan, though it was lost in the music.

He was forceful and rough, something she wasn’t exactly use to or maybe it was just the way he went about it. She grabbed his shirt pulling him over her as she laid back, she kissed his lips deeply as she let her hands wonder freely down his chest. Her hand resting on his cheek, ready to pull him back if her started to pull away. For once she didn’t feel the familiar pain in her chest, that she normally felt when she took the drugs, whatever high she was getting from their kiss was stronger than any high she could get from a drug. Strong enough to reduce the pain her heart caused her most of the time.

“Kennedy, open the fucking door!” Austen’s voice was louder than the music, but she chose to ignore it. She knew he was pissed and that just made everything better.

She kissed Nathan harder smirking against his lips, there was nothing pulling her away from him, not even her psycho ex-boyfriend threatening to break down the door.

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"Don't worry, I'm not afraid." she said making him smirk.

He watched her walk to her closet as she tried to decided what CD to put in. Finally she decided and a familiar Red Hot Chili Peppers song drowned out his sister’s music. "If you don't like it, you can either keep it to yourself, or get out." she said with a light laugh.

He smirked “Red Hot Chili Peppers, couldn’t have picked a better band to get high to.” he shrugged.

He started dumping the pills in the center of the bed, mixing them together, it wasn’t long before you could no longer tell which pills were which, it made Keegan smirked. Risk taking was what he did best and he was usually pretty good when it came to stupid things like this, only he didn’t know what kind of pills Dahlia had. He grabbed a generous handful, enough pills to keep him intoxicated for hours.

He stood up casually walking over to her door and locking it before tossing the pills into his mouth, he grabbed the Vodka from her with one swift motion washing the pills down. Before giving a bow, smirking to her.

“Your turn Juliet.” He teased, like the two of them together had made a suicide pact.

He took another large swig of the liquor, before passing it back off to her so she could wash down her own handful. He didn’t feel anything right away, but that wasn’t unusual in his case, drugs normally took longer to take effect on him. He just hopped he hadn’t gotten anything like speed or cocaine. Knowing that could be bad for her, he only took those kinds of drugs before a fight, because they made him mean. He sat back down across from her on the bed listening to the music, finally starting to feel a little buzz from the cocktail of mixed medications.

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"As much as I love this..." he said as he pulled away, his and ran up her thigh before he dropped it back down to the bed next to her, she used the break between their kissing to catch her breath. "You're not going to use me to make your boyfriend jealous." she rolled her eyes.

“Out of all things in this damn world you don’t want me using you to make my boyfriend jealous?” she looked at him confused, before pushing him off of her more than a little irritated.

She pulled the sheet that covered her window back again making it suddenly bright again, she stepped off her bed rolling her eyes as he banged on the door again, she flipped off the music only to hear Dahlia’s music next door, blaring through the walls, though it had a bit of a muffled sound, not that she minded at all. She made her way to the door, wanting nothing more than to beat the shit out of Austen for his interruption.

“Just for the record…he’s not my boyfriend.” She smirked purposely letting him know. She opened the door to Austen, arms crossed in front of his chest like they were officially dating and she was the worst girlfriend in the world.

“Am I interrupting something?” he said harshly glancing to see Nathan on the bed.

Kennedy took a breath as she lend against the door frame, the heroine that ran through her veins making her body heavy and tired.

“Yeah actually you are.” Kenna shrugged, glancing back to Nathan for a moment before looking back to Austen.

“Hey buddy, mind getting your ass out of my girlfriends bed.” He said harshly.

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Keegan smirked as he watched her lean back, the pills obviously having their effect on her as she took another drink. The effect on him was slower, but he started to fill it and he was thankful that whatever he’d taken in his handful, were making him calmer and not hype up. He lend back against the wall feeling his libs start to grow heavy. He took the bottle of liquor from her with a smirk, taking a drink letting it burn down his throat.

He glanced to her, lazily. It was early in the day, but it wasn’t like any of them had anywhere important to be, in all honesty they barely had responsibilities. They were living the life people dreamed about. No responsibility, No one to answer to, all the sex and drugs you could ask for, not to mention they lived in one in one of the most beautiful places on earth. Keegan almost had to wonder why he’d ever left.

“So…” he started in a whisper and even though the music was loud he was close enough she could hear him. “You think your boyfriend would get mad if I kissed you right now?” although he’d state it as a question about her boyfriend, he was more asking if she’d mind.

Because the truth was, he could care less if her friend with benefits got mad, in fact he’d love for him to start something, he hadn’t been in a good fight since he’d come back home and fighting was just bred into him.

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Kenna winced at the way Austen had referred to her as his girlfriend, she hated it, she wasn’t anyone’s girlfriend or property for that matter and she thought Austen would know that by now. Austen glared at Nathan from the door way hating the way he took his time and the way he sat there not bothering to move. Kennedy rolled her eyes when his fists clenched, like he wanted to beat the shit out of Nathan.

"No, buddy, I don't think I will. I'm pretty comfortable." Kenna smirk at the way he’d mocked Austen "Your 'girlfriend's' a good kisser by the way." Kennedy laughed, shrugging when Austen glanced to her "But you might want to notify her that you're together. She just told me you're not her boyfriend." Austen moved quickly and Kenna pushed him back harshly not afraid of him.

“Take one more step forward, I’ll fuck your pretty face up.” She threatened completely serious and anyone who knew Kennedy, knew when she threatened she followed through “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think it was you who told him just this morning…good luck dealing with her…” she smirked “So that’s exactly what he’s doing…dealing with me.” She raised a brow smirking wickedly.

Austen shook his head as if he couldn’t believe she’d twisted his words and thrown them back in his face.

“Now if you don’t mind I’d like to get back to fucking the gentlemen on my bed and if you interrupt one more time, I’ll let my brother and Nathan kick the shit out of you.” She said before slamming the door in his face and locking it again.

She walked back over to the stereo, switching the CD, turning it up loud enough to drown out Dahlia’s music, which was probably louder than necessary, but she knew it wasn’t loud enough for D to hear. The song started and she lend against the wall not bothering to go sit back on the bed with him, if he wanted her bad enough, he’d have to come to her this time. She grabbed a joint from her stash next to her stereo, lighting it and taking a long hit from it. Letting the drugs in her system, the weed, and the music relax her, she let her head roll back and rest against the wall as she closed her eyes, focusing her attention on the beat of the music.

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"That's all you want? A kiss?" he shrugged at her question. "He's not my boyfriend." Keegan had known that, but boyfriend seemed like a better choice of words then friend with benefits. "Yeah, he'll get mad." He smirked at that, he watched her as she sat up on her knees moving closer to him.

There was little space between them and it took everything in him to keep from pulling her to his lips. He smirked up at her, almost tauntingly "But for future reference." her lips next to his ear made it hard for him to concentrate "I like a man who takes what he wants. Without asking." but, he’d trained himself and he concentrated on every word he said.

Her lips on his skin caused a spark he couldn’t explain and he wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, the pills, or a mix of both, but whatever it was made him want to touch her, he wanted the sliver of air between them to be nonexistent. On the outside, he remained calm as if he wasn’t fazed by her seductive attempt. He watched her walk to the stereo.

He quietly got off the bed, he knew she wouldn’t hear him, the music was way too loud for either of them to hear, if the other had tried to talk. He walked up behind her feeling the heat between them as he closed the space between them. He moved her hair to one side, placing his lips on her neck, it was feeling he couldn’t explain, all he knew is it made him want more. He placed a hand on either hip, pulling her close, so her back was against his chest. He continued kissing up her neck slowly almost playing with her until he reached her ear.

“I normally never ask.” He whispered darkly, his breath right next to her ear “Guess I wanted to make a good impression, before you found out what I’m really like.” He spun her around quickly so that she was facing him now, he still held her tightly a wicked smirk on his lips as he pushed her against the wall roughly, not enough to really hurt her though. He closed the space between them leaving absolutely no breathing room his forehead rested against hers.

“Trust me babe, if I want something…I take it.” He smirked dangerously.

He forced her tighter against the wall, he placed his lips to hers roughly letting her know he was serious. The kiss was like straight electricity, he knew almost immediately, but the way it felt kissing her, he wouldn’t be able to let her go easily and that she would be more than just another fling. He pinned her arms against the wall so she couldn’t move as he kissed her deeper and rougher.

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