❖Dakota Valentine❖

Dressing in drag your best friend's clothes
While boys kissed boys in hotel rooms
Dakota stopped just at the top of the shoreline, right before the sand was had actually gotten wet from the white-tipped waves. Hooking his thumb under the laces of his rollerblades, he simply slid them off his shoulders and let them thump into the soft sand. He soon followed, plunking his butt down in that dreaded sand right next to his blades. He was pouting. But in that angry way that only Dakota could pull off without seeming like a complete child or axxhole. Releasing a sigh, he leaned back so that he was resting on his elbows, legs extended and crossed at the ankle, looking out over the gently rolling waters.
♪Benji Valentine♫

It was an old song,
From kiss me, kiss me, kiss me that she sang
She stopped where her brother did, slinging the shoulder strap over her head and across her shoulder. She strummed a simple chord, waited for the sound to disappear under the sound of the waves hitting the shore, and then gave the acoustic a quick tune. After that, Benji plopped herself down, sitting on her knees and making sure her dress was tucked underneath her so that she wouldn't flash the world. Then, she began actually playing. She enjoyed composing the most, or just improvising, and there were actually very few popular songs that she had memorized, unlike most guitar players her age. But for now she started off with a popular song, to warm up. Benji wasn't even sure who wrote it. Secondhand Serenade, or something like that.