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[HAYLEE-RAE MICHAELS,]

Haylee-Rae had no clue what she was doing here. Every memory she had of the beach as a little girl was terrible. It was always dark. The water was always cold and had icky slimy things that caught on her feet and creeped her out. The salty ocean always made her hair dry and sticky. And she hated how the sand always stuck all over her. In short you could say she just hated the beach. Even in winter, but she needed to get out, so there she was, perched in a lounge chair at the edge of the beach all wrapped up and enjoying the waves to the best of her ability. She heard distant cawing from above her. Ugh. Seagulls. Lovely, another thing she hated. She jammed her ear buds into her ears and leaned back in the chair.

She had the common sense to at least not venture the whole day by herself. But she had no clue who to invite. Most of the girls were bouncing around doing their own little thing. So she had left a note in the common area knowing everyone in all the bands passed it at least once a day. "Went to the beach. Join me? -Haylee-Rae"

Laying back down on her stomach Haylee began thinking of all the recent drama, and it actually made her feel kinda sick. Normally, Haylee was thrilled by drama, but the fights between her and others on the tour were getting intense, and she was not too excited about that. She had been facing drama her whole life, and at this point she was getting pretty tired of it. But all of the thinking was making her head reel.

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[SELENE JASMINE LEE,]

she's not a saint, and she's not what you think
SHE'S AN ACTRESS WHOA

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Selene yawned, kicking the sand in front of her as she walked down the beach.  She had a java frappuchino that she had gotten at Starbucks on her way.  The blonde had seen Haylee-Rae's note in the common area, and she had scowled slightly.  "I don't need to see that bitch," she had muttered to herself before she remembered Ander telling her to try to befriend Haylee-Rae.   God, that boy was lucky she loved him.   She rarely listened to anyone's requests, except his.  Selene always listened to Ander's suggestions, no matter how much she disagreed with him.  

Selene had the faux fur-lined hood of her black and white hoodie pulled up to block the chill of the wind on the beach.   Her jeans, which were torn and well loved, were tucked inside her old, worn dark brown cowboy boots.   The hoodie covered her old red and gray plaid flannel shirt, one that she probably hadn't worn in a year or so.  A simple silver horse necklace that her father had given to her when she was at least seven years old was clasped around her neck.   She yawned tiredly, continuing to walk forward.  

The sleep-deprived girl should have probably been watching where she was going, because suddenly the twenty-one year old tripped over something (or was it someone?) before almost faceplanting on the ground before steadying herself.  She hopped back up, a deep red blush covering her cheeks. Selene looked at the person, scowling slightly.  It was Haylee-Rae.  Joyous.  "Oh, sorry," she muttered, sitting on the ground.  The girl brushed her hair behind her ears before glaring at the water rather than Haylee. "I didn't see you.  I guess I should have been more aware of the world around me.". She took a sip of her drink innocently, although her tone was drenched in a venom that would get her in trouble had Ander been around.  She shot the girl a forced smile.  It was going to be a long day.  

SHE SHOULD KEEP IN MIND THERE'S NOTHING I DO BETTER THAN REVENGE

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Haylee was wrapped in her thoughts; thoughts of Cecilia, Ander, Lucifer, Nico, Aubree, Brodee, But mostly Ander. He seemed to be the anchor on her tattered little life boat, and he was the only one, despite all of her connections and relations, that could keep her sane. Well…as close to sane as you could get with Haylee. There was just one storm rocking their quiet little love boat. And that storms name was Selene. To be quite honest Haylee-Rae wasn’t exactly sure why she didn’t like Selene. She really had no concrete reason to dislike her. In Haylee’s mind it was mainly the fact that she couldn’t fathom the idea of Ander having any other woman in his life besides her. Not to mention she was sure Selene had some sort of infatuation with Ander. You could say it was her territorial instinct kicking in. As much as she hated to disappoint and upset her boyfriend she wanted to be sure Selene stayed as far away from Ander as possible, and if that meant being a raving bitch she’d do it. She was good at that sort of thing.

She zoned back in for a moment, her headphones still blocking out any trace of sound. She looked out at the ocean, which was that normally shitty sea-green colour, only dingier that day. It was weird. The air was cold, and the clouds above made everything look gray and washed out. But then again it was better than Haylee sitting out baking herself under a hot sun, or simply staying cooped up inside like the rest of the girls that day. Her phone buzzed in her sweatshirt pocket and just as the pulled it out to look at it something knocked into her ankles.

Surprise, surprise, who could it, be but Selene herself. “Bloody hell!” Haylee exclaimed as Selene fell to the ground in front of her. “I didn't see you. I guess I should have been more aware of the world around me.” Selene sat up in front of her. Flustered, Haylee-Rae sat up pushing the hood of Ander’s oversized sweatshirt she had been wearing off her head. “Gee, great idea Sel.” She raised her eyebrows at Selene, half expecting her to say something else or simply run off in embarrassment. “Can I help you with something?”

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