Fan Fiction
This story has been set to a rating of R. Age verification is required to proceed.
The Starting Line: Chapter 12
Login to add story to favorites
(24 votes, average: 3.21 out of 5)You need to be a registered member to rate this post.
Loading ...
The streets were a bit different. The warehouses we squatted at would sometimes have a bit of electricity in the air, as if even despite our situations, we all still knew it was that time of year. I remember the first year I turned up with a bag full of my candy canes. Kids just outright laughed at me, but no one turned one down. Christmas night, the few guys I really hung around with, worked with… we stole some booze, grabbed some take-out from this dingy diner, scored some shrooms and acid, and we headed down to the beach. A bonfire was built, and we made a night of it. High as a kite, drunk as skunks, filled up on greasy burgers and fries. Running along the beach, moonlight swim in the waves. We eventually mellowed out a bit, enjoying the effects of everything we crammed into our bodies that night, watching the fire dance, the added effects of the drugs making it that much more entertaining. We all sat around the bonfire, sucking on my stupid candy canes, and just enjoyed being teenagers for a night. We weren’t street trash, we weren’t runaways, we weren’t street fags or hustlers, we weren’t unwanted nobodies. We were just kids, having a bonfire on the beach, spending Christmas night together. It became tradition for us. Every year we did that. And every year we never got busted. One year some cops approached us, told us we needed a permit for the fire, the public beach closed at midnight. We all just looked at them. In his drunk and high state, I remember Clive offering the cops some candy canes. They accepted them, and then I think they saw what we were actually doing there. No one got ticketed, no one got arrested, and we stayed there till morning. The cops never bugged us any other year. Even the few years that Clive wasn’t there, off somewhere trying to get it together with the help of his mom, the rest of us still went to the beach for our Christmas night. Some years other kids would join us, some would not turn up a year here and there, but the core group of us still did it.
Comments
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
I’m loving the frequent updates. Keep up the good work!
This story gets me over and over. You’ve got such a strong talent conveying these emotions. Thanks for sharing this. Adx
oh you have outdone yourself with this one..almost made me cry. I would be just as glad I didn’t get Dana’s gag gift…in which case “gag” would be really appropriate, but I loved the real gifts…they all showed such thought and love. Bette and Shane rock ..I too open a package carefully..no ripping for me..and I LOVE candy canes, shane is my candy cane girl!
I forgot to add that in baking, what looks best is very often NOT what tastes best…so be comforted, kd, I mean Shane!!
I’m loving your story more and more…certainly one of my favorites! Your dialogue and the details of everyone’s backstory is just brilliant. You deserve a whole heapin’ pile of warm fuzzies!
I’m loving the friedships between these women, and the way you write them. Who wouldn’t like this type of family..
“I have copies”–one of my favorite lines of S4. I rarely read Shane stories past the first chapter (I think it’s an age thing), but I really like this sotry, especially the group interaction. Thanks for writing.
This is great but I’m beginning to feel the need for some drama. LOL. Make is so! :D
Shane with Candy canes is just adorable. Ah my sweet girl and gang.I was teary while they shared their thoughtful gifts.It’s incredeble that I can be amazed more and more at each chapters within it. It’s reached to ch.12 and actually, I thought from beginning it was gonna be ended in 5 or 6 chapters. I didnt know you totally have this fic. Love ya~