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Post by andiejones on Jun 7, 2010 22:17:11 GMT -5
Andie was one that was not usually late. Not that she minded if she was a few minutes late to hang out with her friends or something, in fact most of the time when it came to those types of things she was late, though as her friends did ask her excuse was always she was fashionably late. Andie knew there was nothing fashionable about being late, not that she cared, fashion was usually the last thing on the blonde’s mind. She spent most her times in a bikini or in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, like today. Walking to the mirror that was next to her door she looked over herself once more. She did not look bad, not at all, in fact she looked cute in a way, dressed in her brothers old sweatshirt and her jean shorts. Her hair was just dry and she had wavy beach looking hair, but that worked for her. As her baby blues kept looking over her body she finally shook her head and turned toward the door, trying not to think about what she was wearing. Running a hand through her hair she walked over to her car, opening the unlocked door to the old green 1965 mustang. Sitting back in the car she pulled out, making her way to the beach.
The soft sound of the country music playing in the background she drove down the road a little above the speed limit. Her eyes seemed to stay focused on the road, though her mind wandered from it. She was going to the bonfire that night to meet up with Preston. Preston was a good friend of hers, and a better friend of her brothers but Andie enjoyed being with Preston. He just made her smile for some reason, he was not the nicest boy, but he was not rude to her at all. Andie learned more about him, and how to deal with him in certain moods. It was just like any other good friendship she had. They talked about things that were on both their minds and had good conversations. She enjoyed his company and actually looked forward to seeing him. The only bad thing about hanging out with Preston was it made her think of her ex-boyfriend who had died in the war. Andie was afraid that that was the only reason that she was with him, but she knew that was not true, because Preston was different on many levels as well.
Pulling up to the beach she stopped the car and looked at the clock. A half hour late. Shaking her head she opened the door and pulled her keys out shutting the door. She did not bother locking it, no one was going to steal that old thing. Stepping over to the sand her flip flops got sand through her toes as she walked up to the fire that was crackling a few yards away. She could smell the alcohol from there and it put up a little flag in her head. Sure Andie drank one or two beers every so often, but it was Preston she was worried about, she knew that he had a drinking problem and that was the thing that scared her. Walking up she spotted Preston sitting there. A smile made its way to her town face as she took a seat next to him. Leaning over she wrapped her arms around him.“Hi Pres.” she smiled holding it softly. Andie could smell the alcohol on him and glanced down at the bottle resting in his hand. Her eyes met his for a moment as she gently took it out of his hands as she came out of the hug. Placing it on the other side of her she smiled up at him. “Sorry I am late.” She giggled playfully trying to get Preston’s mind off the boos.
TAG Preston aka Skye <3
WORDS 651
OUTFIT in the banner
NOTES sorry it is short and crappy xD
LYRICS whiskey lullaby, brad paisley
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