Groaning and not liking the pounding in my head I shifted feeling soft blankets under and over me. Blinking I let my eyes adjust to the darkness around, seeming to be in a make shift bed in the van that carried us to this wonderful place. A smile graced my lips remembering the tricks I'd performed before the inevitable wipeout which was decent to say the least, if it wasn't for the cold weather it wouldn't have phased me at all.

Light flickering just outside the van doors caught my attention. Throwing the covers off I scooted out till my legs reached the paved parking lot, feeling the slightly chilly wind on my cheeks wondering why the rest of me wasn't chattering away I glanced down noticing the change of clothes and lack of shoes just socks.

Hearing laughter and music caught my attention. Still feeling groggy I looked in the van and found some flip flops, not to good with socks but would do at the moment. Slipping them on I wondered around the van doors to see a huge bon fire crackling away, a song unfamiliar to me played on the boom box allowing the people around to dance away and there was alot more teenagers than was with us on the trip here.

Searching the sandy area for some one she recognized. At first it was difficult but soon her eyes landed on Terrence and his girlfriend both smoking what looked like a cigerette. Trudging through the sand to stand over them, "Hey can I get one?"

Angel titled her head, her eyes seemed blood shot, "You're to young,"

"I'm fifteen and am sure you started much younger,"

"No," she smirked taking another drag off the white paper between her lips.

"Whatever," I walked away in a huff searching for something to take the lonliness edge off of meeting new people.

Eventually I found a cooler with lots and lots of beers stacked in, grabbing one popping the top I took a large swig letting it warm my stomach. The barbeque was roaring so I got myself a burger, never really cared for hot dogs, it tasted like heaven.

The third beer was taking hold making the world spin in that oh so familiar buzz I loved. Still no one I knew was found but by now I didn't care. Music pounded through the air giving me a head ache, wanting to be alone with the ocean I wondered a bit wobble away from the loud crowd of people. Even at the far distance the wind carried the sweet charcol aroma of the barbeque and fire wood burning. Slipping off the flip flops and discarding the socks allowing the edge of the cold water to wash over my feet giving me the shivers yet keeping me from getting to hot due to the beer in my hand. Tossing my head back letting the last gulp slid down my throat before tossing it on the ground and opening my fourth one, taking a swig letting it sit between my thumb and forefinger resting loosely by my side just staring out in the dark abyss of the ocean wishing that this was a bon fire back home.

Alyssa would be by my side drinking away and we'd talk about school or boyfriends or what creature killed Buffy or so on. If you walked in our conversations you'd never know what it would be, supernatural to plain weird to political, okay so I wasn't one talking politcs but it was hiliarous to listen to her rant about it.

Or she'd be up at the bon fire smiling and flirting with some boy but her eyes would wonder over to me as I sat looking out at the water, thinking she was being inconspicous and she is except for me. I love the feeling that she's trying to protect me even from a distance. Than he'd walk up behind me, his shadow casting out over me and into the dark ocean due to the fire burning high up on the beach. Jerry's touch was rough most of the time, his hands, I didn't care about the rough act but the hands was another story, I wanted him to be gentle.

"Well what do we have here, another queer rider," a voice broke me from the buzzed memories of the past.

Turning around I saw three guys, large, probably football players, to small for bastetball or baseball. Standing up, squinting to make sure they stayed in focus as they approached, "Hey. Did you need something?"

The leader laughed pushing his large hand into my shoulder making me stumble back slightly, "Look guyes the queer wants to know if we want something."

Realizing what he called me I stood up straighter, "Who you calling queer dick licker?"

His friends chuckled while his face reddened. Before I knew it his hand raced across my cheek splitting my lip letting blood trickle down, his finger pointed at me as I wiped it away, "We saw you with those gay surfers. So you better watch what you say dyke."

"If you call me that one more time..."

"Dyke...dyke..dyke..." he said slowly three times than laughing hard with his friends.

Rushing forward I kneeed him between the legs making him drop, spitting the blood building up in the inside of my mouth onto his face, "I'm straighter than you are!"

His friends grabbed me as he stood up. Finally the fear was taking hold as I struggled but couldn't get loose, "That's right bitch squirm."