#i also suck at open starters so forgive me pls and thanks

[runvway]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: THE BEACH, BITCH. 𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑: all of y’all <3 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: savvy’s hoooooome!!

Cherry. 

There’s a lot of places that Savannah would have hoped to have seen before she ever set eyes back on the little hometown she’d left in her bitter dust: the French Riviera, New York, somewhere unsuspecting like fuckin’ Tulsa, Cannes, even a prison cell. But instead, she’s found herself here. Back. Cherry, California, USA, the small town hell she could only ever smudge from her record with a dingy, piss-poor, unforgiving eraser that did not erase, but rather, reminded. Every day. 

The coast in California’s consistent, so if she tried hard enough, she could convince herself that her feet were buried in the sand at home — San Francisco, because San Francisco was home now (and anywhere would be more of a home than Cherry had been) — as she idly strolled along the shorelines. She could’ve done with some weed to dull the mind fuck she was currently giving herself, ruminating on where to begin, where to avoid and where to run to with only slightly open arms, but she’d have to do without until she could learn the ropes all over again. As she shuffled along, she could see the silhouettes outlined just barely in the dark, illuminated by the little bit of light coming from the streetlights up near the roads. 

Getting a read on who it was felt rather futile. Instead, Sav let the tides carry her in closer, fingers twitching in her pockets as she fidgeted with her lighter until she was a few feet out. Close enough to call, far enough that she felt somewhat secure in the shadows of the night. Now or never, Savvy. Except never is not an option on the table. Lips pursed up into the shittiest excuse of a smile, Sav took another step closer. “Any chance I could convince you to part with a joint? Cigarette? ‘m not choosy.”