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I don't wear panties, so I don't think I need to worry about getting them in a twist.

Sid, where the fuck are you?

Oh Sid, don’t get your panties in a twist. I don’t cry.

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Don't think so, I'm pretty sure everyone has gone into hiding.

Anything exciting happen while I've been away?

Hm?

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Why would you not be still alive?

I'm still alive.

Kind of.

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Oh no, don't go crying.  I wouldn't know how to handle it and that would be awkward.

Sid, where the fuck are you?

I’m touched, you know me so well, Sid. It could bring a tear to my eye.

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I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything else from you.  

Sid, where the fuck are you?

Most definitely.

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He laughed softly and started drawing a circle in the sand. "Yeah we needed a good place to host a rave so I bought it for that.  Then the rave ended up not happening, so now I don't really have anything to do with it."  Looking over at her as she put on her sun glasses, he smiled at her. "You look really cute in those.  Oh, and don't be silly, you're actually a lot more interesting than most of the people around here.  Maybe it's just me, but you seem super adventurous, and I really like that a lot about you."  He looked back down at the circle he had been drawing, a little embarrassed to find himself complimenting her so much.  "I would really like that, I'm excited to see what you paint.  I bet it's amazing."  

I have been in bed all day!

Crossing her legs she listened to what he liked to do. “Wait you bought a warehouse?” She wasn’t use to being around people with so much money and it seemed like everyone she came in contact with had a lot of it. “That all sounds super rad though Sid but me? I don’t know I am kinda boring compared to everyone else I think.” Shrugging she ran a hand through her messy curls of hair brushing them out of her eyes. “I just really like to chill out, I grow stuff in my garden, go to shows like I love live music! Just explore I guess.” Smiling she reached inside her purse for her favorite pair of heart shaped sunglasses. “Oh right! Well if you want we can swing by the studio later and I’ll show you some stuff!”

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Oh, so that's how it's going to be?

Sid, where the fuck are you?

Now, that, would be telling.

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I just know these things.  But am I wrong?

Sid, where the fuck are you?

Love is a very strong word. Oh yeah? And what gives you that idea?

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Oh, don't act like you don't love the idea of it.  You'd miss me if I were going anywhere else.

Sid, where the fuck are you?

Isn’t that just wonderful? Another few years with you…gross.

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Well I guess you won't be escaping from me then, I'm headed to UCLA as well.

Sid, where the fuck are you?

I’m sure we’ll help you out with that one. UCLA, early acceptance. How about you, Sid?

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Well since it's my first summer in LA I hope I can make it a memorable one. Where are you going to school in the fall by the way?

Sid, where the fuck are you?

You and your drugs.  Yeah, I have to agree, I think it’s going to be a pretty amazing summer. Me and Ri always have good summers.

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No girl could like you

You're funny anon.

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Do some drugs, party a bunch, and maybe go on a few vacations.  I'm thinking it will be an amazing summer.

Sid, where the fuck are you?

Get very drunk and low my Dad’s credit card. What about you?

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I always think positively. Anyway, what are your plans for after graduation?

Sid, where the fuck are you?

That’s what I like to hear. Positive thinking, Sid, positive thinking.

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Well, I suppose I could maybe try and cut back a bit.  I uh...don't want people worrying about me too much.

Sid, where the fuck are you?

Obviously. Or I wouldn’t be saying this. I’m not saying stop it all together just…be careful, you know.

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You're worried about me?  I mean yeah, maybe you're right, I could end up brain dead or some shit, but hey, where's the fun in being safe all the time?

Sid, where the fuck are you?

I know I’m not one to judge, but, maybe you need to tone it down a little bit, Sid, yeah? I mean, like, something more serious could happen next time you do something like this.

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Laughing at her comment about the possibility of his parents being assassins, Sid took a seat next to her on the towel.  "Me?  Well, mostly partying, but I also skate a bit with Dillian and play guitar.  Actually, I was thinking of turning the warehouse I bought for a rave we'd been planning into a private skate park of my own."  He smiled and looked over at her.  "What about you?  Do you do much aside from painting? Which, speaking of, you still need to show me."  

I have been in bed all day!

“That sounds sad.” Frowning she slipped her hands out of his totally oblivious to his comment about her almost killing them crossing the street as they reached the edge of the beach.  Taking her flip flops off she held them in her hand. “So your parents are mega rich but you have no idea how? Maybe they are like government officials or something for the CIA. Assassins!” Sticking her tongue out as she teased him she headed down towards the water before stopping. “This is a good spot.” Reaching into her bag she pulled out a giant tye dye beach towel laying it out before sitting down. “So what about you, what does Sid like to do?”