Post by lucas oakley carmody on Mar 18, 2013 12:09:13 GMT -5
Pay no mind to the battles you've won
It'll take more than rage and muscle
TAG: -- OUTFIT: --ONE LAST THING: --
He'd be coming here a lot lately, normally to reflect, to think. The beach had always been Luke's getaway, a safe haven, a place where he could feel untouchable and actually believe it. At least that's what he told himself. Out here, he was in his element, like a fish in the deep blue sea, which left him feeling comfortable, maybe even vulnerable. The passing months had left him tensed, on edge, leaving him to the mercy of his own mind. Looking back, he'd done some stupid things. They were out of character. A gun? Seriously? He never confronted Santana about it, but deep down, he was glad she did what she did. Who knows what could have happened if he stooped to that level. As he gazed out at the sunrise, he sat down, allowing his mind to refresh itself, to peel away the layers of tension that had been furiously building up in his muscles for week, months even.
Blowing on his cup of decaf, he casually sipped it every now and again, enjoying the almost silence, welcoming the calm lullaby the waves sang as they gently crashed onto the shore. Curling his toes in the sand, he didn't mind the cool breeze nipping at his back, or the gulls crying for a bite of his everything bagel and cream cheese. Not that they'd get the chance anyway. Breaking off a piece, he plucked it into his mouth, licking the cream cheese off his fingers.
He missed this. Missed it so much it hurt. Seeing the beach, the sunrise, it reminded him of home, of not having a care in the world. It made him remember things, people, places that had seemed almost foreign to him now that almost a year had gone by. In a few hours, his older brother would be hitting the surf while mom took care of dad out on the patio so he could watch his son surf the very waves he taught his boys to surf all those years ago.
Lucas planned on visiting them over break, but with the "accident," the school enjoyed calling it so much, he wasn't sure it was the right thing to do. Maybe it was. A week away from this place could do him some good... it'd do everyone some good. He had a day to think about it, a day to reflect on everything.
Like whether to come back next year or not.
He'd made friends at Easton, best friends. Even a few enemies here and there, which was cool. If you hadn't gone through life without pissing a few people off, you must have been doing something wrong, right?
Sighing, he finished what was left of his coffee, gazing up at the cloudy sky, the sun desperately trying to fight through. He expected rain. That's what the forecast told him anyway. Perfect surfing weather. There wouldn't be a face in sight for miles, leaving him on his own little island, away from all the troubles and worry.
Throwing his coat over his shoulder, he finished his bagel, hoofing it to his car to grab his wet suit and board.
Carelessly changing without worry of any watchful eyes, after slipping into his suit, he tied back his hair, picked up his board, and paddled out.
Soon, summer would be rolling around, leaving him a few months to be a teenager again. He hoped it would end by then, prayed for it even. As much as he liked living dangerously, he had a distaste for living everyday with the notion that another friend of his could be on the laundry list the Easton Killer had rung up.
Right now though, he didn't feel like focusing on any of that.
All he wanted to do was surf. So surf he did.
Open your heart and hands, my son
