Arson

arson

1. (verb) to engulf a piece of property into flames, with the intent of destruction.

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Saturday. Every single teenager in every single continent cannot deny that Saturdays are the best day of their lives, (aside from Fridays of course).

Florence woke up with the sound of her phone's alarm blasting her favorite Katy Perry song.

She groaned as she gets up, turning her alarm off.

She laid her yoga mat and did (well..try) a few crunches and squats before heading outside to make breakfast.

As she walks thru her kitchen, she noticed her best friend, Alessa, passed out on her coach, she smells like a mixture of vodka and beer and..cigarettes.

She doesn't like people who smoke, she tolerates Alessa since she knew her for years and she wasn't really a smoker, it was peer pressure that actually made her do it but Florence just really hate people who smoke but since its Alessa she can tolerate it.

She shook her head at the sight of her best friend's position on the couch.

"That's very uncomfortable" She says as she made her way to make coffee.

"Fuck! Ouch! My head nnggh-" Alessa groaned as she sits herself up. Half-asleep.

"I'm making coffee, you want one? It helps" Florence offered.

"No, no. Oh, shit! How the fuck did I end up here? I don't remember driving-"

"Maybe some guy drove you here." Florence was used to Alessa's behavior, they've been friends since 3rd grade. She knows everything about her and she definitely knows how she party hard. Alessa is always busy during the weekends.

"What time is it?" Alessa squinted her eyes as the sun rays coming thru the blinds hit her pale face, mascara running, lipstick smudged.

"Past 9"

"Fuck its too early-" She faints back on the couch.

"Go get more sleep. I'm heading down the grocery store anyway."

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After paying the cashier, Florence made her way home. Humming some tunes as she skips her way.

hmm ~ hmmm..mm ~ mmhmm

She was the kind of girl who's going to be impressed about small kinds of things, she never expected anything impossible, she lived a simple life. She's shy and quiet, most of the time she wants to be alone and she's secretive, but who can blame her? The world is a dangerous place..but, isn't being alone more dangerous?

Connecticut was busy on that Saturday morning but it didn't bother her, she was happy for an unknown reason.

Humming some tunes as she skips her way.

hmm ~ hmmm..mm ~ mmhmm

* clank *

Interrupted, she stopped dead on her tracks when she saw the familiar boy, wearing the same old black hoodie and his black skinnies with the huge whole on the knee, sitting on her front doorstep.

Her throat went dry. Every single day, that blond haired boy sat in front of her doorstep. She didn't bother to ask him why or even talk to him. She knew he was dangerous, half of their town knows he was.

She pass by him. He was probably drunk. The smell of alcohol escaped his perfectly toned silhouette.

Florence didn't mind him, she was too scared to even look at him.

"You know what's funny?" the familiar boy, wearing the same old black hoodie and his black skinnies with the huge whole on the knee started laughing to himself.

Florence felt even more scared, it was her first time hearing his voice. It was hoarse and it actually sounds good..she was surprised.

She shook her head and ran her way upstairs.

There is no way in hell she's going to engage herself to a conversation with the familiar boy, wearing the same old black hoodie and his black skinnies with the huge whole on the knee.