golden parachutes
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- Posted: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 00:05:08 +0000
- Saturday days moved for slow for Meghan. She did not have to be at the bar until ten tonight, seeing how she had promised Elaina that she would take the tail end of her shift so she could be off for her anniversary. Having to go to work meant that she could not really have much fun today, since most of Meghan's ieas of fun meant getting herself altered as all hell. As pathetic as it sound, Meghan looked forward to spending her weekends entirely plastered, for the most part. Was it healthy? No. Did she care? Not even a little bit.
Pulling her eyes from the ceiling of her too-quiet bedroom, she glanced at the clock. It was 12PM, and that meant the maybe half of the people she knew would probably be awake. She needed something to do. She had been living in this new apartment by herself for over a month now, but the constant silence from living alone, especially having moved from Jamie West's constantly bustling household, was difficult. Usually she found herself throwing parties on Saturday nights, but having work tonight ruined that. Sighing, she scrolled through her contacts.
J-
Jamie
Jaxon
K-
Kenny
Kian
Kim (Work)
L-
Laina
Lissa <33
Luc
Jamie
Jaxon
K-
Kenny
Kian
Kim (Work)
L-
Laina
Lissa <33
Luc
Seeing Lissa's name, probably one of the only girls in her phone who was not there because of work, Meghan smiled. Lissa was the cute new friend she had made a few months ago. She was younger than Meg by a few years, but they seemed to click regardless. Kian had found her at a party and he had managed to convince her to come hang out down in Harrowsgate. Ever since then, they were just together. Liss got along really well with her little group of friends and she kept up really well. She had been incredibly sheltered before Meg and Kian had gotten their hands on her. Now she was taking shots, holding her liquor like a pro, and a regular at the Harrowsgate parties. Maybe it was not something Meghan should have been proud of, corrupting an innocent teenage girl, but she could not help it. It was nice, not being entirely alone.
Clicking Lissa's name, she keyed in her text. Typing in her words, she noticed the shake in her hands and rolled her eyes. God, she was too ******** dependent on nicotine. She had left her cigarettes in some guy's car two days ago, and she had not had one since. Being as broke as she was, despite working two jobs, she couldn't really afford to buy her own cancer sticks. Jamie, being the friend he was, despite how against smoking he was, still bought them for her. He had agreed to one pack a week. If Meg told him she needed a new one because she had left hers in a dude's car, it meant too many questions. What dude? Why was she with him? Jamie was protective like that. He hated the way Meg threw herself around, and he made his opinon very clear. She was sure telling him she had hooked up with a guy she didn't really know in the backseat of his shitty car after work on Thursday would upset him. Most things she did these days upset him. He liked to say she had taken three steps back since she left his house, but Meg didn't agree. She was just being herself.
To; Lissa
bbygirl, you busy? you should meet me at the tracks.
bring cigs if you have 'em. i'm desperate
bbygirl, you busy? you should meet me at the tracks.
bring cigs if you have 'em. i'm desperate
With her message sent, she rolled herself out of bed. Her oversized tshirt hung loose aroud her waist, brushing against her skin. She was in the shirt and a pair of black underwear, and that was all. It was a rare occurance for Meg to be wearing pants if she had the option, to be entirely honest. Of course, she couldn't exactly leave the house in her panties, so she snagged a pair of black skinny jeans off the floor and wiggled herself into them. Lissahad answered back saying she would meet her at the train tracks in fifteen minutes, so Meg wanted to make sure she was ready. She ran her fingers through her hair, fixed her eyeliner from the night before, and found a baggy light grey sweater to wear. It wasn't too chilly outside, but the air by the tracks always felt a little colder to her. Deciding she was ready, she locked her front door behind her and headed for the train tracks.
The train tracks were the very obvious divider between Harrowsgate and Byberry. They had been abandoned for years, so the foundations and stuctures surrounding it had been left to erode and fall away, making it seem more ominous than it was. Still, it had a tendency to attract the wrong kind of people. It was a popular place for teenagers to hang out and drink. There was graffiti all along the tracks, which were also littered with trash and broken bottles. Still, despite its shady appearance, Meghan had always been very drawn to them. When she was thinking, she had a tendency to walk alongside them. Sometimes she went miles without even realizing it. No matter how far she walked, they never really seemed to go anywhere important, other than just "away", which was sometimes all a person needed.
The tracks appeared to be empty when she reached them, as they usually were during the day. Stepping over the rail, she made her way slightly to the left, until she reached one of the short cement pillars. Sitting down, she leaned her back against it. Even though she knew Lissa would not be able to see her once she got to the bridge on Byberry's side of the tracks, she knew she would find her. This had been their meeting spot for weeks now, after all.
O.O.C;; I apologize for this being so sucky. I'm posting from my phone. It takes forever, but I wanted to get us started ❤