𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳.
SOME OF Lucille's favourite nights in the summer were the ones she'd make it to the coastline on foot, to watch the sunset over the ocean.
When she found herself in Monaco, she raced through those streets with a wild passion. Fully prepared to get flattened, soley for the chance of outrun either one of two rather ambitious boys.
"Lucy you're gonna die!" Lewis, always a sense of reason when excitement got the better of her.
"Oh, just let her." Nico, on the other hand. Not so much.
She craved winning, it was in her blood, after all, even in the little things like this. It was a trait all three shared.
But what Lucille loved the most was the fact she felt so alive. She initiated this small tradition of running to the sunset on their first night in Monaco. While they were here for a karting tournament.
And both Lewis and Nico jumped on board almost instantly.
Just about slipping on shoes and socks as they ran through the main doors to their apartment building. Their laughter mixing with the warm night.
Nico managed to gain an advantage ahead of the pair, but it had been a rather long day of practice.
Not to mention, he held a thin blue net over his shoulder, carrying three glass bottles filled with orange juice. They clinked noisily as he ran.
Desperately juggled them when he gave Lewis a shove with a stupidly large grin.
He only stumbled in response before charging at the blond, laughing like a maniac as they lagged behind Lucille.
The brunette had her hands on her knees the moment her feet touched the sand.
Forgetting her pink flip flops about five steps onto the beach.
Funnelled into a fit of coughs.
Both boys were by her side in seconds, though mostly to laugh at the girl with glossy eyes.
The warmth of the sunset was already a glimpse of something sweet the moment they slipped out the door.
So there was now only a gentle glow of pink submerged in blue. A little sprinkle of stars poked out of the setting sky.
Lucille had only began to admire it, when the two boys made a run for the linger of the tide as it pulled back, leaving the bottles on dry sand as she rushed to catch up to them.
Lewis collided with her when she found herself alongside him. Resulting in the pair stumbling to the ground. Lucy struggling to find anything more solid then air, that might cushion the fall.
Including a rather clueless blond.
Which ended with sand sticking to skin and heaving lungs filled with laughter.
Lucille felt her stomach burn when she eventually got back up and off the sand.
Complaining about the pain while Nico was breathing rather heavily to avoid bursting into laughter again.
"I think we missed the sunset." Lucille eventually spoke, admiring the now fading light. Both boys looked to where her eyes trained on the pink clouds.
"It's pretty, no?" Nico hummed. Sure, he had lived by the beach for some time now, but it never seemed to get old.
And Monaco had a special way of keeping you hooked.
Though he thought there may have been another reason, he scrambled to put his shoes on and bolt out the door like it was life or death to make it here.
Another otherworldly sensation that didn't come from painted colours in the sky.
Lewis snickered at the pair "Pretty yeah?"
Nico emediatly gave him a shove, while Lucille rolled her eyes with a dazzling smile, both shaking their heads.
"You up for ice cream, Nickie? I think we need to cool someone's mind."
Lucille's eyes lingered on Lewis with a cheap smirk as she pointed to a gelato shop on the corner.
A baby blue and yellow shade covering over the entrance, with gorgeous patterns on the side.
Nico grinned and grabbed the girl's hand as Lewis was about to tackle her.
The blond laughed as Lucille practically squawked, with Lewis charging after her.
Unfortunately for the fleeing brunette, Nico tripped, going face first into the sand.
Leaving all his balance for the track. With Lucille stumbling to stay upright.
The dark-haired boy chuckled whilst helping the brunette to her feet.
Pulling her into a tight hug. Whilst the girl loudly complaining directly in his ear. "Yeah Lucy, a little louder, i can still hear through one ear."
"oh, I'm sorry, I'll just sit pretty next time you try and wipe me out." She complied, catching sight of a sandy mop of blond hair. "You and your little double crosser right here."
The boy in question pulled himself to his knees. Brushing off sand from just about everywhere. Untangling seaweed from his hair when he had a smart idea.
Reaching for the hand Lucy had on her hip, he wrapped it around her wrist.
The girl's eyes widened emediatly, as she looked down to the blond, vigorously shaking it off.
Warnings: Trauma, violence, strong language, and substance abuse.
