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[Zac Keeler]

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I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOL
T H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T
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Zac was out in Port Angeles, doing some site seeing and a little bit of shopping. So far, he had bought three new books, a vanilla bean frappe from starbucks, and a buttload of new shirts from the mall; and for him, that was enough spending for one day, so he figured he could maybe get some photographs taken, because he always had his handy dandy camera with him most if not all the time.

After sitting in his little blue chrysler sebring and thinking it over, he finally decided on going to the boardwalk. He had driven by on his way to Starbucks, and it was fairly empty from what he saw, so it would be perfect. He quickly drove forward and made his way through the fairly empty streets of Port Angeles.

Five minutes later, Zac arrived at the deserted boardwalk. He quickly got out of his car (careful not to harm his camera any) and made his way up the boardwalk, enjoying how the cool breeze played with the fabric of his plain black v-neck shirt, but did nothing to his skinny jeans. His black vans made soft thudding noises as he walked forward and photographed different and random things; seagulls in midair, a dog running on the beach, the ocean horizon.

Zac had been so engulfed in taking his photos that he hadn't even realized that he was headed straight for a poor innocent girl at the end of the boardwalk. Just as he was about to snap a rather beautiful picture of a wave crashing onto the beach below, he bumped right into the girl, almost causing him to drop his camera, sending it down into the murky depths of the ocean forever. He clung onto his beloved camera, for a second completely forgetting that he had so rudely bumped into someone.

He looked down apologetically at the girl, "I'm so sorry. I was just so busy taking pictures I didn't even realize someone was there.. " he babbled, finding it hard to speak normally when he was flustered.

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[Zac Keeler]

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I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOL
T H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T
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Zac hadn't realized until then that the girl had obviously been crying. It was apparent from her puffy red eyes and slightly running make-up. He wasn't about to pry, though, so he made sure to stay focused on what was happening now. "Nice to meet you Erin." he said, a warm smile on his face, "I'm Zac."

It was then that he had a spur of the moment idea. He whipped out his camera and quickly took a picture of Erin, wanting to capture that exact moment. She would probably think it was wierd, but it would probably come out as a gret picture. He held his hand out to help her up off of the ground.

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[Zac Keeler]

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I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOL
T H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T
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Zac smiled out of habit when the girl wasn't angry with him for almost knocking her into the water. He knew he would have been pissed if some clumsy kid with a camera knocked into him, but whatever. "Thanks. Yours isn't so bad, either." he joked, a firm grip still on his beloved camera. If he had dropped it, he probably would have broken down into tears. He had invested so much into that camera, buying different lenses, and all that jazz that comes with wanting to be a professional photographer.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Erin finally spoke, asking him about him being a photographer. He turned to answer, only to see that she had already started walking. He walked towards where she was waiting almost expectantly, and finally caught up, "Uh, yeah. I'd like to say that I am." he replied, knowing that he wasn't an official photographer, but it was the one thing he was passionate about, so yeah, he figured it counted. "But photographer sounds like a title, kind of like it's a job. I just do it for fun." he said, looking down at his camera before glancing back at Erin, not realizing until now that she looked a lot like a slut. He didn't know for sure if she was one, but the way her hair was probably an unnatural shade of blonde, and how much make-up she had on, sure made her look like it. He wouldn't judge, though. For all he knew, she probably thought he was some crazy ass loser photographing geek that went around bumping into people.

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[Zac Keeler]

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I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOL
T H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T
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Zac walked alongside Erin, enjoying the sea breeze that was making his black v-neck t-shirt dance in the wind. And the taste of sea salt in the air was faint but distinct, just how it was on every oceanic beach. He was a little taken aback when Erin said photography wasn't geeky. He had never said that it was. Was that her way of secretly inferring that it was indeed geeky? He honestly didn't care what she thought, but still, was she lying about it. He just shrugged it off, figuring it wasn't anything to worry about. "Not geeky to me, either." he agreed, trying his best to smile.

When Erin said she wasn't a slut, he kind of looked at her like she was crazy, "Where the fuck did that come from?" he asked, wondering why out of the blue she stated she wasn't a slut. No one had said anything about names, so now he was really starting to think she was actually crazy. God knows why she was crying, then. He certainly wasn't going to ask, though.

"Um, no, I don't mind. And, no, I don't have one.. " he answered, slightly afraid she would make a move. If he were going to be stuck with a crazy chick, he would probably go crazy himself. Yeah, maybe she just wasn't good with strangers, but she had blurted out two things in a row that were hardly relevant to what they were saying.

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[Zac Keeler]

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I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOL
T H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T
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Zac listened patiently while Erin explained her obviously strange behavior. He personally just thought she was crazy. Lots of people go through some rough situations and they come out fine.. and don't spurt out random word vomit. Seriously, that comment about her not being a slut totally threw him off. Yeah, saying photography wasn't geeky was one thing, but seriously?! He didn't go around telling people he wasn't gay or he wasn't a nerd. "It's cool.. " he replied, trying just to blow it off.

After a few minutes of walking in complete and utter silence, he couldn't take it any more. Finally, he turned to her, looking Erin right in her face. "Uh, hey, I would love to stay and continue chatting, but I gotta get home. I've got quite the drive home, and it'll be late by the time I get there. So.. bye." he said, walking (rather quickly) back to his little chrysler sebring and after getting in, speeding off, hoping he wouldn't have to deal with that level of awkward again. Ever.

NOTES i'm sorry i had to end it, but it really wasn't going anywhere.. WORDS TOO LAZY.
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