Thread: Two little psychopath peas in a pod (hernameisbanks X Frelance)

She had always remembered, very clearly, the first thing she said when she had been brought here for a summer vacation all those years ago. This place fucking sucks. And was promptly told to watch her damn mouth. This was to be a break from the fast paced life that was California, Los Angeles to be exact, and to be a sort of quiet time for her to spend with her Uncle. In the simplest of terms, Uncle Rico was a trip. The way he had greeted his youngest niece at the airport, looking like a carbon cut out of the Brawny paper towel man, with his flannel shirt and bearded face. The journey to his lake house had been amusing to say the least, how he called her out about learning to enjoy her time here and that it would prove to be enjoyable for her. Eventually, she had learned to deal with it, and had come back for just about every summer since. This summer, was a bit different. Uncle Rico had taken the time to let her stay in his house alone, as he would have to be out of the country visiting their family overseas, gaining some cultural appreciation, as he liked to call it. Dulce Guvierra had no clue what that meant, but she doubted it was anything he could file on his taxes. It didn't bother her however, the wind shifting through her air as the boat moved out toward the horizon as though she were trying to chase the lowering sun. It wasn't long before the boat had found itself somewhere to settle, turning the motor off of the white, red striped machine only to level herself and dive out into the water. The first time she had gone swimming here, just some chubby girl with a loud mouth and a head full of hair, she hadn't really intended to make any actual friends on her summer vacation, simply gain the experience of being out in the woods as opposed to being on the beach as she normally was during the summer. That had changed however, when she was out grocery shopping with her Uncle Rico only to find him chatting it up with some family. They seemed familiar to him, so much so that he introduced his visiting niece to their son and so sparked the friendship. They were around the same age, so it only seemed right, as the local kids were friendly but having a mutual who was also usually just a visitor seemed to help. Their friendship blossomed instantly during the summer, and for a few summers after, until one summer, it didn't. And this was fine, she had been aware that her friend wouldn't be coming, a result of the consistent texts they sent back and forth, however because adulthood did that, those conversations seemed to die down until those obligatory conversations appeared. While her friend was going through their own lives, she had dealt with her own, the sunny glow of California doing well, that added weight on her body slipped away, fell into curves that were similar to her mothers. Perhaps the only thing that really hadn't changed, was her smart mouth. But that was neither here nor there. No longer was Dulce the short, chubby girl with a mouth as she appeared up from the evening water, shifting her fingers back through her dark blonde hair with a soft breath of air, eyes venturing to the ladder against the back of the boat. She was only about ten feet away, legs guiding her forward before she noticed a set of lights on a house that was usually dark. It wasn't unusual for someone to rent out their lake house for the summers, getting back extra money with the idea of someone staying there for a few weeks in the warm house. Her uncle did that on occasion with their lake house during the winter, after all. Che stood on the boat now, wringing her hair out with a towel and decided to play the investigative card, pulling the black net swimsuit pull over on over her head once she felt dry enough and guided the boat back toward the docks. The sound of music and laughter greeted her once she got closer, the boat soon carefully parked, anchored, knowing her own home wasn't too far away for her to regret parking it there, though her curiosity was getting the better of her. Bare feet guided her up the dock, wet tresses of dyed blonde hair beginning to dry along her shoulders as she watched a pair beginning to get friendly near the opposite side of the dock, her eyes roaming over the familiar backside of this house. For some reason, it hadn't occurred to Che of who it could be in the house, honestly suspecting it was merely renters enjoying their first night in the beautiful home. It couldn't have been Alex, or his family there, surely her Uncle Rico would have mentioned if that were the case before he left, as they still did carry on casual conversation Criminals did that, after all.