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Meanwhile, the bustling of tourists and locals permeating the streets of Oceano Beach clashed with the deafening sounds of contemporary Top 40s hits that blared from the windows of the cars clogging the congested streets. [i]Fuck tourists[/i] and [i]fuck the beach[/i] too. Luckily for Preston Arroyo neither the sounds of bicycle clicks or annoying chatter from Arlight locals shopping around the pier could be heard over the swelling of something much better than any Top 40 record. 

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Before Preston could lose himself further in the ambiance of the sheer [i]unadulterated awesomeness[/i] that was [b][i]My Lady in Reverse[/i][/b] he heard an all too familiar alert from his phone. Sighing to himself as he heard the music dulling in the background, he reached into the pocket of his jean jacket before retrieving his phone. The sleek build of the device felt weightless in the pocket of his jacket which was nice considering only a tank top hid underneath. A hint of reminiscence crept onto his face, but it was quickly met with contentious thoughts of embarrassment. He [i]really[/i] needed to get around to changing Kate's contact name. 

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[color=gray]Mornin' sunshine [/color]  🌞

[right][color=0072bc]Hey Kate. Sorry, just saw this[/color][/right]

[color=gray]'Tis cool, my dude. U been ok?[/color]

[color=gray]Haven't seen you much since you got all fancy on our asses and packed up to Oceano. 😸[/color]

[color=gray]Land of bad dye jobs home of even worse blowjobs. [/color]

[right][color=0054a6]Wow, you come up with that urself?[/color][/right]

[color=gray]I'm a true American patriot at heart, you know this. [/color]

[color=gray]Miss you. Me and Scoob, do. [/color]

[right][color=0054a6]Haha, I've been steering clear of everyone lately. Just a lot on my plate. 😢 [/color][/right]

[right][color=0054a6]Miss you guys too![/color][/right]

[color=gray]No worries, hope all is well Pres. We still on for the concert next Friday?[/color]

[right][color=0054a6]Dude, you know it! Can't wait to see you losers 😜[/color][/right]

[color=gray]Let's fucking rage![/color] 
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Kate's message was a reprieve from the lingering feelings of awkwardness. Letting out a smile Preston pushed passed the few people gathered outside his apartment complex. 

Terrace View Gardens was a nice little set-up. Certainly better than what he'd grown accustomed too living on his own. For Preston, Oceano was a new start. The motions he made towards the complex elevator had already become regular, and Preston was in his apartment as quickly as he'd let his mind wonder. Unloading a hodgepodge of headphone wires, books, and bracelets the young man sauntered lazily towards his kitchen, but not before haphazardly throwing his backpack into the small corner he'd taken to relegating it to. 

Preston came up empty in the vain attempt to raid his fridge. He instead decided to settle on the leftover Chinese takeout that festered at the dining table. Deeming it warm enough he made his way to his living room. This was an admittedly easy task considering he lived in a studio apartment. The bright white walls of the apartment we hardly hung with any meaningful decorations. Instead, a messy collection of clothing, food, devices, and games dotted the floor. Never before had a room been so empty yet so incredibly filled. 

Sighing to himself he found himself quickly reaching for the remote that laid face down on the couch. Just another lonely night in Oceano, it seemed.