|##|To The Beach|##|

huntingryan:

fuckmemcsummers:

redvelvetifyouplease:

Annalie didn’t know if the beach trip was happening or not; what with Ryan and the shit he’s been going through, and Maria spending most if not all of her time with Noah. Annalie actually felt bad, she’s usually a lot pushier when it comes to hanging out with her friends but lately she’s just been spending time on her own.

She stood waiting, leaning back and forth and listening to Maria’s squealing, smiling at the shorter girl whenever she spoke. She would glance at Ryan every now and again, raising her brows at him whenever he looked over and offering an over exaggerated smile. They we’re going with Tony, to whom she had only spoken to once or twice, and a few other people that she’d heard about but hadn’t really talked to.

‘Are you excited? Oh, Annie- thank you for buying me the suit- you really didn’t have to, really not at all!’

Annalie giggled as Maria wrapped her arms around her, ”It’s no problem at all! You looked so good I couldn’t not let you have it, Maria.” Of course Annalie thought ‘good’ was the understatement of the year, Maria always looked good in certain things, but she was downright fucking adorable in other things- the bathing suit being one of those things. 

Annalie nodded, signaling she was agreeing with Maria; but she wasn’t too worried about Ryan, she would hope the beach trip would help him get his mind off things. She glanced at the road in both directions, “Is he getting here any time soon?” They hadn’t been waiting for long, but Annalie wasn’t the most patient person.

William hated everything. School sucked, work sucked, people sucked, and life sucked. He wanted to be back home, however awkward it would’ve been if he had told his parents about his predicament. They were hippies, they were flower children- even after being together for so long, they still hadn’t married, they still hadn’t settled- and that annoyed William and made him angry.

He liked structure. He liked when things were the same. Math and music, music and math- those were the two things that would never fail him. Ever.

Jason left and with him he took all the light out of William’s life. He didn’t exactly know how to deal with things after his death. That was his best friend, and a boy he had just realised he’d been in love with.

He rounded the corner, hands shaking as he drove the rickety van. It had been a while since he really drove it- and it made him nervous but. He was fine. He was- or at least he kept repeating that to himself over and over as the car slowed to a stop before a trio of kids he assumed he was picking up- oh there was Ryan. And- Annalie, looking so much different with clothes on- and someone who he could only assume was Maria. 

Ryan looked over at Maria when she said to smile. He just bared his teeth in hope that would suffice. He wasn’t in a smiley mood. Lack of sleep and nightmares would do that to you.

When he saw the huge hippy van round the corner, he jumped up from the ground and grabbed his bag.
“Finally.” he breathed, slinging the bag over his shoulder. While Willem was still moving, Ryan grabbed the handle of the van and as the car went forward, the door slid open.

“Alright! Everyone in the potential rape van!” he called, holding the door for Annalie and Maria to climb in, helping both as they did so. Ryan was a gentlemen when he wanted to be, and in the presents of Maria, he couldn’t help it. Her kindness guilted him into doing so.

Ryan jumped in after the two ladies and say down, “About time there, Will. Thought you weren’t going to show.” He pulled the door shut and looked around, wondering just how many people he banged in the car. A few, he was sure.
“Alright stud, you know where to go?” he asked. He really didn’t want to get lost.

Ryan didn’t smile, not really, not enough for Maria to be content. She didn’t like that. There was something bothering him, a sort of dark cloud over his heart and Maria wanted nothing more than to make it go away. She thrived on people smiling, on people being content and Ryan being the complete opposite made her sad. But- she knew that the world wasn’t about her and that she couldn’t really fix… Everyone, no matter how hard she tried.

So she left it. She’d try again later- give Ryan a sort of hug in private- kiss his cheek, tell him he could tell her anything…

A friend of Annie’s is a friend of mine, she thought, smiling widely as Ryan opened the door for her and Annalie (she tried very hard to ignore his calling William’s van an r-word van,) making her best friend sit right by her side- “Oh, I’m going to have so much fun, so so so much fun,” she loved her best friend. She loved her so very much. Maria’s hands found Annalie’s and she gripped them tightly, beaming up at her friend and holding back the urge to thank her again and again for the new bathing suit- oh, she had such a generous best friend.

“Getting lost wouldn’t be good, no not at all- right Annie?” Her nose scrunched up as she leant over on her friend, “We should not get lost- at all. We’ll get there so late!” Her lips fell into a pout and she shook her head, “That won’t be good- I know where to go if there’s trouble,” she had lived her whole life in the same state, the same city, the same home- she knew how to get everywhere- if only they let her speak.