//Rafe Cameron\\
"You don't make deals with the devil, not unless you want to dance with him and maybe I did"
Lily Grant has spent her whole life slumming it with the pogues, being that she is one.
They're her day ones, her best friends. Life coul...
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I stare blankly out my window as Sarah twists her hair into a braid, wrapping a hair tie around the end before pulling it over her shoulder and tugging some hairs lose from around her face.
She always tell me how she wishes her hair was as long as mine but I think hers is gorgeous. It used to be a darker shade of natural blonde but now it's a lot lighter; from the sun and she's gotten quite a few highlights over the years. I love my hair but I wouldn't mind if I had hers. Although I'm not sure I'd make the best blonde.
Sarah is tan, not only from spending hours in the sun but she's naturally more of an olive tone. The blonde compliments that and brings out the warmth in her skin. Whereas I am pale and practically turn blue if I'm too cold. My red hair is striking against the creamy tone and the green shade of my eyes but I'm not sure blonde would flatter me too much.
"Lily?" Her voice connects with my ears and my brows shift as I straighten my spine out, feeling it begin to ache from the slumped way I was sitting. "Sorry" I murmur as I cock my head to the side to ease the tension in my muscles. "I can't believe them" I sigh as I shake my head and she nods, rolling her eyes.
"They're idiots but that's why I'm going..to make sure they don't do something really stupid" she tells me and I nod. Knowing JJ he'd probably try to scuba dive for it.
After carelessly stealing some submarine type camera from someone JJ used to work for, the three of them decided to inform us that they'd be going out on the boat and using it to search for the Royal Merchant. I think at this point neither Kie, Sarah or I have much left to say. They're asinine..
But nothing will stop John B, so Sarah agreed to go to make sure they don't do anything too idiotic. "Are you sure you don't want to come? I don't want to leave you alone like this" she tells me as she moves to stand in front of me, pulling my hand into hers before tucking my hair behind my ear and I give her a flat smile. Her big brown eyes filled with with sympathy. I hate when people pity me even if it is my best friend who has nothing but the purest and most sincere intentions. It just makes me feel weak.
"Everything is irritating me; if I go I might snap at one of you unintentionally and I don't want to do that" I explain as her lips fall into a flat smile and she squeezes my hand.
I started to feel a little too confident that my withdrawals wouldn't be so bad.. The first few days after my overdose were just a bit of a blur. I remember it but through a foggy head. I was so tired and depleted of energy. They hadn't had time to really sink in yet and light up my nerves, but here it almost two weeks later and they're really starting to take a toll on me.
