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[AUDRIANA MADELYN KING]

The hour was one that no seventeen year old girl should be up for, and Audriana was hating herself for it. The sun was just starting to come up, though the sky had been partially illuminated for quite some time by now - as long as she'd been there, at least. She was laying in her bikini on her back in the sand, half of her body periodically being drenched by waves that were cold but not terribly so thanks to the already warm August air/water. An hour had passed since she'd first laid down - at first, only her feet had been touched by the waves, but it carrying the sand away had slowly brought her closer and closer to the sea. If she noticed, she made no motion to correct the change, and in fact appeared quite... well, dead. Thankfully, she was alone on the beach at this point, because they way she was positioned (on her back, arms out to either side, legs fairly straight), she really did resemble a roughly-deposited body, and her lack of movement in the past sixty minutes did little to help.

In reality, she was indeed quite alive - too alive, in a manner of speaking. Audriana was hardly the one for over-dramatic stress, but at the moment, she was beyond so. Her eyes were closed, her lips pursed in a mildly annoyed expression and her face pointed skyward as she brooded. The biggest problem really wasn't the stress itself; she was an actress, a media play toy, she knew how to handle it. It was more the fact that she didn't know what, exactly, was stressing her out so much. Sure, the filming was getting crammed, but when hadn't it? And her parents were gone, but if anything, that only made her feel more free. Her newly-acquired pet shark certainly wasn't causing it as watching him was incredibly relaxing. But unfortunately, naming all of the things that were not stressing her were doing little more than drive the point home.

Were she to be honest with herself, Audriana would be forced to admit that part of the cause was worry over Jon. Worrying over anyone, really, was entirely new to her, and she wasn't quite sure what to do with it. A guy as stubborn and set-minded as he was wasn't an easy person to be concerned over in the first place, either, and she was going mad with the desire to help but the feeling that whenever she did so, she was more of a hindrance. To blame it all on that, though, would be as dishonest as denying it completely. There was something else there, something boiling underneath the surface that she couldn't quite grasp, but it was driving her absolutely mad - mad enough, that is, to wake up before the crack of dawn to prostrate herself on the beach. No matter how much she brooded or analyzed or scanned her mind, though, she just couldn't figure it out, and that was the biggest stressor of all, closely followed by the fact that she wasn't sure who to talk to about it (or what to say, considering she didn't know what it was she needed to talk about). Stupidly determined to lay there until the answers came, she showed no sign of even twitching, despite the dull pieces of shells digging into her back and the grit of sand that was rather unfavorably venturing up her swimsuit.

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[Lance Evan Hudson]

Sunlight is painting Our eyes are the paintbrush

It had been very early in the morning when Lance was woken up by a girl. She had bright blue eyes and long blonde hair, jumping up and down on the bed, trying to wake him up. She gave him a big smile and told him it was time to go. For the first time, Kammy wanted to go to the beach.

The problem? It was early, very early, the sun was just starting to rise. Lance got up and looked at Kammy, who was just smiling like a starlet. Under any other circumstances, with any other kid, he would have said no, that is was too early. With Kammy, Lance couldn't help but say yes. It was the first time Kammy willingly wanted to go somewhere, he just had had to take her. Lance got up and dressed her, looked into his brother's room to see it empty.

Lance just shook his head at this brother's absence and returned his attention to Kammy. Nicolas had been gone for two days now, but he would come back, just like he always has. Kammy meant too much to him to just leave, even if he wanted to, Nicolas couldn't bring himself to just leave.

Lance had packed up the last of the bag, with things for breakfast, Kammy's pills, and anything else he might need, put on enough sunscreen on her fair skin to completely block out the sun and had everything ready, with Kammy pulling his arm to go. They walked out of the house, hand in hand, towards the beach. The sun was just over the horizon now, painting the sky with delicate colors. Kammy looked at her feet when she walked, and she hummed to herself a song he didn't know.

Lance allowed himself time to think as they walked. Kammy hadn't had a seizure in a little over a month now, and her attitude had improved too, he was wondering if her autism had died down, if it could do that. All the books he had gotten on autism bogged his mind. Lance could memorize trigonometry equations and correctly pronounce every Greek name in the books, but understanding the condition that took over Kammy was almost impossible.

They finally arrived to the beach, empty and quiet. Kammy ran her fingers through the sand and began to draw pictures as Lance laid down a towel for them to sit on. He glanced at Kammy, who was no longer smiling, but just concentrated on her sand drawing. "Kammy? Come here a second..." Lance took her and sat her down on the blanket as he started to braid her long hair, suddenly thinking how weird it was that he knew how to braid hair. Kammy got up and began to walk to the water, with Lance not to far behind. She stopped at the very edge, suddenly terrified of the water. She ran from the waves and dug her face into Lance's swim trunks. "Kammy? I thought you wanted to swim?" She shook her head. This was disappointing, Lance suddenly felt very sad, for her and for himself. Just when she was happy about something, she was shot down by some invisible force. Kammy looked up at him, then back at the beach, and slowly pointed to a figure sitting on the beach. Lance got it, Kammy was scared of the person on the beach. She didn't like people very much, having someone on the beach made her nervous. Lance looked at the figure, a girl who was lying on the beach, just at the water's edge. They caught eye contact for a moment, then he turned back to Kammy. "Why don't we go say hi?" he asked Kammy, who just shrunk into her shoulders. "I bet she would like to play, maybe build a sandcastle?" She pursed her lips, then went and took out the pail and shovels from the beach bag. Kammy slowly walked over to the girl laying on the beach, her grip tight on the pail. Lance followed and knelt behind her as she quietly as the girl, "Do you want to build a sandcastle?"

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