[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190325/0e7514df1abf8e8406196d31f7c3315b.png[/img] [img]https://data.whicdn.com/images/290304657/original.gif[/img] [sub][b][color=AD5050]Location |[/color][/b] Misfits meeting place [b][color=AD5050]Time |[/color][/b] 11:50 AM [b][color=AD5050]Interacting with |[/color][/b] The Misfits[/sub] [img]https://i.imgur.com/vBrINQQ.png[/img][/center] [color=silver][indent]Even though Nathan had woken up a few hours ago he had been lying there for at least an hour looking up at the cracked ceiling of his basement bedroom. Today was the day that he and his friend had planned to leave town and travel across the country in a, according to Sami, luxury vehicle. That wasn’t really what was bothering the young man. No the feeling that was eating him up inside was guilt. Guilt because he had yet to tell his sister that he was planning on not coming back. So there he was still in bed chewing on the inside of his cheek rehearsing a dialogue in his head for the fifteenth time. With a frustrated grunt he threw of the covers and finally got out of bed. After a quick shower and finally getting dressed, Nate grabbed the two duffle bags he meticulously packed the night before and his backpack before heading upstairs. At the kitchen table he found his sister eating breakfast with her back turned to him. Nathan paused in his tracks. He sighed before dropping his bags on the floor as noisily as possible to announce his presence. His sister didn’t move a muscle much less turn around. She was still pissed. A deep sigh left the boy as he rounded the table and took a seat across from Addison. [color=AD5050]“Hello…”[/color] he asked tilting his head almost laying his head flat on the table trying to make his sister look at him. But she just stared down in to her bowl of cereal without acknowledging his existence. [color=AD5050]“Look… I know you are angry.”[/color] He started as he leant back in his chair staring out of the window.[color=AD5050] “But I just can’t… stay here anymore. I just can’t watch him walk around like a zombie and sit in his chair as he stares out into the void. I need to get out of this fucking city. I- I need to find out who the fuck I am! And I can’t do it holed up in this house.”[/color] he lamented. His head snapping back to attention at his sister standing up suddenly storming towards the sink throwing her bowl in it. [color=ACEDEE]“Just shut up Nate…”[/color] she hissed and stomped out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Getting up from the table felt much heavier after hearing the hurt in her voice. But he had people expecting him. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/vBrINQQ.png[/img][/center] Stepping of the LA public transit always felt like a religious experience. Nathan shook his whole body as if to get rid of the grime from the bus. But that feeling was soon replaced with the warm familiar feeling he always got when he arrived at the Santa Monica beach. Checking his watch he saw that he was quite early. He decided he would take this opportunity to have one last alone time thinking session. So he dumped his bags at the edge of the beach and used them as backrest and sat down in the warm sand. He spent some time snapping some pictures of the people surfing and playing at the beach, and cracking open his new journal he had gotten to document the trip. Making the first journal entry of many. Suddenly almost two hours had past. Looking towards the food truck he spotted some of his friends beginning to arrive. With a smile he stood up brushing the sand from his jeans. [color=AD5050]“Whats up guys?”[/color] he asked as he rounded the food truck giving his friends a small wave. He looked at the RV and let out a low whistle. [color=AD5050]“Wow… Sami you… uh really hit the jackpot here!”[/color] he commented slapping the side of the vehicle. Following his friends lead he put his bag in the door of the RV before sitting down on the floor. [color=AD5050]“Hey Jules. Long time no see…”[/color] Nate shifted his eyes between his feet and his friend. It was more awkward then he had thought it would be. But since his friend had stopped coming around he had this sinking feeling it was something he had done and on top of that he also felt bad for not reaching out. [color=AD5050]“Anyone heard from Em or…. Val?”[/color] he asked leaning back on his elbows surveying his friends with a smile. [/indent][/color]