𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆.
Whether Rafe or Aria liked it or not..
Aria comes from a very rich kook family, higher then the cameron's. Not that she cared. She never really cared about "kooks vs pogues".
☙Two damage, broken people. See each ot...
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White, powdery substance lined the metal belonging to aria graves motorcycle, my nose pressed firmly to the surface before tiling my head back, shaking my silky curly black hair as I inhaled sharply.
No one knew I did this.
Not pope.
Not Kie.
Not John b.
Not even JJ.
I didn't do this often, though I knew I shouldn't be doing it. I just wanted something, anything to feel more I didn't care what.
As I wiped off the remains of the white powder, I put one leg over the bike before sitting on it. I slip on my black shinny helmet and rem my engine before I start speeding off.
It was late, very late. My parents and my brother Luke were still sleeping, it's unusual for my brother, he's usually out partying, I come with him mostly every time. Never would I, Aria Graves, turn down a good night to have fun.
As I rode off on my motorcycle, the wind blowing my hair dark curls back as I start to speed up.
As I reached the beach, I hop off the motorcycle and slip off my helmet letting the rest of my curls fall out perfectly as I do.
I lay my helmet on the seat of my bike as the rest of my body stands beside it.
I've always loved the thrill of riding a motorcycle, when I finally got one, for my birthday. I never let it go, never once was I not riding my motorcycle some where.
I grab a cigarette pack from my pocket as I grab one putting it between my red plush lips, putting the pack back. I reach in my comfy pocket to grab a lighter. As I bring the lighter to my mouth, I cup my hand around the flame to prevent the wind from blowing it out as I light it.
It was windy tonight, more than usual, but i've always loved it.
As I start walking closer to the beach my phone goes off in my pocket.
_ J. yo mae u up?? _
My best friend, JJ.
I rolled my eyes at his message as I run my fingers through my dark hair, before lifting my hand up taking another drag of my cigarette.
I narrow my eyes at JJ's message one more time before texting back.
_ no i'm dead. im at the beach, loser. what do you want. _
I laugh softly as I put my phone in my pocket. I reach closer to the beach, I sit down not to close to the water but just enough so the ocean almost hit my converses. It was pretty tonight. The ocean looked beautiful.
The beach always calmed me, somewhat. I loved watching the waves crash into each other.
I would usually be out surfing seeing as the waves were getting big. I usually surfed with JJ and Kiara, pope and John b too. But I also loved doing it alone.
