Purple sunsets closed their eyes for a cold night on the beach shore. Natalie Henson was on her back: burried in an inch of sand. "Alright. Let's go." The three model-looking fashion freaks walked off of the bank and up onto a wooden bridge where flip-flops kissed the pavement with excitement in their steps. "So! How's you and Blake?" Marine brings up 'boy talk' again. "Good. i just never see him around school anymore," Natalie drops her eyes to the cement. "Our big game is tomorrow," Perry shakes with a bright expression. "See you all tomorrow," Natalie breaks off into the brisk chilled night.