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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx『Veronica Catherine Collins』
- As Lily came back over Veronica fought to keep her face neutral, to wipe that jealous glare off her face. Because whether it was the tequila or not, she still couldn't tell if it was Lily or Wyatt she was jealous of... And that was a damn horribly confusing thing. She swiveled in her bar stool so her back was to Wyatt anyways, sitting up a little straighter.
Beau didn't look much better than she felt, but he had his cop face on faster than she could control hers. If she didn't notice the tightening around his eyes, she wouldn't have guessed he was having that same gut twisting feeling... But she was admittedly surprised to see it there, that cloudy darkness in his eyes. She knew he didn't have feelings for Wyatt, because if any of them were straight as a stick it was Beau, but surely he didn't have an affection for Lily... Lily was everything he wasn't these days. But then, maybe that was the point. That Lily was a reminder of what he was before his world did a 180.
He answered Lily in a strangely nonchalant manner for talking about Cecilia. "She's with Stacy. Stacy didn't want her around the funeral." Veronica raised a brow but just shook her head. She was getting another familiar feeling, as she thought about Lily's other question. Plans for tonight. In their youth that wouldn't have been a question. There was always trouble to be found. But now they were grown-ups.
She traced the line of the tequila bottle with her fingers slowly as her eyes narrowed, the gears in her head spinning. When she finally opening her mouth, she spoke slowly, carefully. "Beau... Do your parents still have that boat...?" She looked up at him when she finished asking the question, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Both of Beau's brows shot up. Before s**t hit the fan, they used to steal his parent's boat and take it out on the lake. More often than not there was beer and speeding and falling into the water involved... And on one occasion Beau had spent the night in the Sheriff's office... "I believe they do, why...?" He didn't bother hiding the suspicion in his tone.
Veronica slid off the bar stool and paced behind Beau, counting the few guests left in the bar as she did. "Because if memory serves me correctly, they keep it in a boat house on the lake, not even at their house... and it being nearly dusk and all..." She waved towards the windows and the dimming light. "And the fact that I have these hair pins... well you know..." She reached behind her head and plucked the couple of pins out of her bun, her hair falling down in a heavy wavy as a result, curling around her face and shoulders. She held up the pins, waving them a little as if they were golden treats. "For old times sake... They wouldn't have wanted us to mope... They would expect us to celebrate by getting into as much trouble as they could dig us out of..." She said the last part with a certain sincerity, despite her tequila haze.
Don't be a bad girl
But if you wanna leave, take good care
I hope you make a lot of nice friends out there
But just remember there's a lot of bad and beware
But if you wanna leave, take good care
I hope you make a lot of nice friends out there
But just remember there's a lot of bad and beware
