I'll Carry You Away

I groaned and peeled myself out of my covers and staggered down the stairs. I pulled out my phone and checked what time it was. 6:34 am. I could go people watching again? Nah. The sun was about to rise and maybe I could get out my canvas and put something decent on it. Maybe if I had some recent work done I could get a job easier. I ran upstairs, grabbed a canvas and paint, and ran out to the back patio and set up. The sky started to turn orangish-pink and I got to work.

After about 5 minutes I saw a familiar figure walk over to me. "Hey people watcher."

"Hey beach creeper." I said not moving my gaze from the canvas.

"Whatcha doing?" He sat on the wall of my back patio and dug his feet into the sand.

"Painting."

"Why?"

I looked up at him and smiled a little. His hair looked like a spiky black mess and he tried to cover it with a grey beanie. He had a black muscle tee on that showed of his colorful tattoos with beige cargo shorts and black sandals. I narrowed my eyes at him and grinned slightly.

"What's with all the questions?" I asked slightly amused.

"What's with all the answers?" Damn. This kid knew how to change the subject.

"I'm painting the sun rising so I have something to present when I try to find a job." I answered his earlier question. Then I realized I ran out of orange paint. "Fuck. Stay here I need to get more paint."

I walked through the slider door and up the stairs. I could hear footsteps behind me so I turned around, right into this guy's chest. I fell backwards and hit my head against the wooden floors.

"Fuck! Why did you follow me?" I propped myself up on my elbows and rubbed the back of my head hoping the throbbing pain would go away.

Beach creeper dude reached down and helped me up off of the floor. "I wanted to see where my little people watcher lived."

I sighed and walked back to my room and grabbed more paint. Sure enough, he followed me. "Nice thong." I heard him mumble and I snapped my head and looked at him.

He was looking at the corner where I kept my dirty clothes and my red G-string was laying astray from my other clothes. I blushed deeply and snatching away the thong then threw it into my bathroom.

"Okay time to leave." I said and dragged him out of my room and down the stairs. I opened the slider and pulled him out to my back patio where my canvas was. He sat back on the wall and I got back to work on my painting.

"You know," I looked over to him. "I run a clothing line called Vengeance University and I could use an artist like you."

"Really? I thought you just spent all your days on a beach." I quipped with a chuckle.

"As awesome as that sounds, I actually have a life my dear. I am in a band." He said snobbishly.

"Oh really now? I may have heard of your band considering I have no life and my only friend doesn't have life either."

"I bet you have a life. You must've met more beach creepers with all the people watching you do."

"I did just move here fresh out of college so no, no life here. But if you're serious about that job offer, I'm totally up for it."

He nodded and smiled at me. Wow, he's fucking adorable. "Give me your number and I think I should know my future employee's name."

He handed me his phone and I punched in my number. "My name is Jacqueline Ramirez but just call me Rami."

"Ok Rami. I'm Zackary Baker but you can call me Zacky." He said after he put his number in my phone.

"See you later Mr. Zacky Baker. You can take this to if you want." I picked up the now finished painting of the sun rising over the ocean and handed it to him. "Just something to remind you of your people watching employee."

"Cool thanks. Talk to you later Ms. Rami." He said then hopped off of the wall and walked away.

-.-

"Come oonnnnnn." I yanked on Sander's arm and dragged her towards this cool place called Johnny's Bar. "Just one drink!"

"Ughh fine, you win. But just one drink." Sander groaned then let me drag her across the street.

"Doesn't that car look familiar?" She asked and pointed to a shiny black BMW.

"Everybody has BMW's dumbass." Sander smacked me on the arm and I laughed the yanked her through the doors of the bar.

-.-

"See? Being out in public isn't so bad!" I said/shouted to Sander. We were sitting at the bar and taking shots of whiskey. This was probably our 3rd round.

"Yes it is."

"Whatever you hermit."

She glared at me and I just handed her another shot glass. But before she could take it some dude bumped into her and spilled his beer all over her. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh and she turned and glared at the slightly buzzed man. This is gonna be bad. And probably funny.

Notes

Cliffhanger! Don't hate me for the cliffhanger and the shitty chapter guys this is the best I could write on my phone. (Which deleted my update twice ;-;)
But what do you think Sander is gonna do?
And who spilled the drink on her? (You can probably guess who I mean for real)
Stay tuned for my amazing co-author and enjoy!

-a7x_deathbats6661