Boca Raton Central Park is one of those places where many teens come around to picnic under the bright, young sun. There's usually couples walking around the ponds, younger teenagers laughing around in their little groups, talking about life, and just gossiping.

For Grace, she took that place to heart, and usually was there to think things through. Mostly her thoughts were all about Sam. God, that night at the beach confused her thoughts inside and out. She didn't know what he was meaning when he said those things, and she wasn't quite sure if she should have said what she screamed to him. That she was in love with him. Hm, probably not, but she did so anyway. Why? Because the feeling of falling in love burned in her heart but honestly, Sam didn't feel that way, at least for what he told her. She trusted him so much, so much to sleep with her! Maybe that night was regretful..

With a pained sigh, Grace scooted around the bench she was sitting on for comfort, her legs crossed together, staring at the water, at her reflection. She didn't even know who she was anymore, or at least who she had become. Grace had promised to herself that she wouldn't let a guy come between her and her heart, but obviously she couldn't keep that promise for long, because around Sam, she was vulnerable...sadly..

Wearing dark skinny jeans, a black graphic tee and a Zoo York hoodie, she pulled the hood up to cover most of her golden, straight locks, except for what hung out of her jacket, which was mostly her long blond hair not bothering to be pulled up into a pony tail.. her bright eyes seemed clouded with sadness..and a distant look beyond that, too.


She just wished she could sort shit out with Sam sooner or later...

Upon hearing a familiar, rather husky, uneasy voice, Grace stared into the reflection to find Sam's, right next to hers. She inhaled deeply and stiffened, her shoulders completely aligned as she yet to make notice of Sam, until he complimented her, but she could barely understand him. With a raised eyebrow, she turned to face him and she nearly gasped. He was so stoned! His bright blue eyes were red and dilated and he just reaked of the smell of pot wafting on him. She could see out of the corner of his eye a lighter in his pocket.

Grace sighed, "Yes Sam it's me," she said while nonchalantly taking her index finger and picking up his head so they were eye to eye. Even when he was in such harsh conditions it still hurt for her to look at him, because she still saw that guy who broke her heart, even when sporting five joints in his system..

Grace listened intently to the words he spoke. "Really? Haven't noticed," she murmured under her breath about he comment of him being high, but then his voice got serious, and she focused 100% on what Sam had to say. What he was saying, was he was admitting to the fact he was getting high a lot, and the reason why. Once she noticed those tears streaming down his face she bit her lip to hold back her own, feeling completely sorry for Sam. Her compassion always got the best of her.

"Oh, Sam," she murmured, cradling his face in her hands as she kissed his forehead. "Why? Nothing's your fault, it's all mine. I shouldn't have told you what I said...this probably wouldn't have happened," she whispered, her eyes watering up just by looking at him. She hated seeing him like this, because she knew that she'd start crying too. "Please Sam tell me you'll stop," she begged mercilessly, sniffling as she wiped her eyes before she could let anymore tears spill from her bright hues.