Okay, so, I split this into like, four parts. Originally it was supposed to be a plain one-shot. But, eh, my imagination ran wild and it got way to long. 18 pages plus more is just waaaay too long for a oneshot, am I not correct?

Anyways, I hope no one thinks Claire is mary-sue since she has such a "tragic past" and blahblahblah. v.v Really, I don't think she is, but, I guess we'll see. What happens to her was something I dreamed one night. Just to let you know, that dreamed freaked me out. Seriously.

BUT ANYWAY! The first part is short, the next parts will be longer. Way longer. I hope you guys will enjoy, even if it is angsty. It might not be so angsty in the beginning, but it will be. OH IT WILL!!

Prologue, I hope this satisifies you for now. I know I've been taunting you for the past month with this, and for that, I'm deeply sorry. No, actually, it's fun taunting you. :) But, really, I hope you like it. I've worked really hard on this, as to why this has taken me over a month to write 18 pages. v.v

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.

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I didn't really know why I was here. It wasn't like I liked this place. Not even remotely close to liking it. The guy who owned this building just crawled under my skin, angering me. He...brought back memories that I would rather forget. That I'd rather not relive... How he reminded me of these painful memories was beyond me...But it hurt to know that an innocent guy earned my hate for him just because he alerted me of my past.

And he didn't even know it.

So why did my feet unconsciously drag me here?

I had no idea. And I didn't really want to stay here any longer. It…pained me severely. But I found myself…drawing nearer to the white shack on the beach, the inviting smells of well-cooked food wafting through my nose and making me forget my woes, if only for a little while.

Humming swayed through the screen door, catching my attention. Popuri, the pink-haired optimist came dancing out the door, almost barreling right into me.

"Oh! I'm so sorry Claire!" Her ever-sweet and child-like voice rang through my ears. "It's so nice to finally see you on the beach! You know, I hardly ever see you outside unless you're doing farm work or something like that..."

And if finally dawned on her.

"Wait," she practically yelled, her ruby eyes wide. "How come you're headed for the Snack Shack? I thought you never went in there!"

"I'm not sure," I mumbled, pushing past her stunned form.

"Well, I'm glad to see you out of your farmhouse, Claire! Finally get to see that pretty face of yours for once," she called out, her voice getting fainter the farther she walked away.

Good riddance, my mind thought on its own accord. She's like a walking headache waiting to happen.

I set aside my inner thoughts and gently pushed open the screen door, only for the inviting smells of…pizza to assault my senses.

The boy behind the counter had his back to me, searching for something in a cupboard, his purple bandana standing out against his dark tanned skin. He let out a few low mumbles, obviously not finding whatever he was looking for. When I shut the door, the springs made a loud squeak echo through the restaurant.

"I'll…be right…there," he strained out. "Where the heck is that cheese grater?" he questioned himself, throwing things around.

Deciding to sit down, I went over to one of the many stools that lined the long blue counter. His restaurant wasn't much to look at, but it did remind me somewhat of the ocean. It was small, with white-washed paneling lining the walls. The floor was a dark oak color while the few tables and the counter I was currently sitting at were a blue color that strikingly matched the ocean. Over all, it wasn't too classy. But it wasn't cheap, either. I could tell he spent a lot of time working on his pride and joy, the Snack Shack.

Everything was placed neatly, nothing out of the ordinary.

…Except me.

I eyed what looked to be the cheese grater he was angrily looking for on the counter right in front of me, its silver brass shining in the light casting down from the skylight up above. I could see my dull blue eyes staring back at me as I looked at the kitchen utensil, not necessarily thinking about anything too important.

I guess you could call me an average-looking girl. I wasn't anything compared to the pretty little pink-haired bubble of a girl that currently caught his eye. I was…normal. Cliché, even. Long blonde hair, blue eyes. That type of thing. But weren't blue-eyed blondes supposed to be pretty?

He sighed, apparently done with his exertion of looking for the utensil that was innocently lying on the blue counter, plain in-sight. As he turned around, he said, "Sorry about that. Oh! There it is. I always lose this stupid thing." He grabbed said object without even looking up at me and set it in the cabinet behind me. He turned back around, a smile on his face.

Until he saw who it was staring back at him.

"Oh, it's you. The Princess finally decided to come out of her castle?"

I tensed at the cruel nickname he had just dubbed me, tears instantly forming in my eyes. He had no idea what that name just did to me, what it was doing to me right at this moment.

I wouldn't let those tears fall though. No, I didn't cry.

As if on cue, memories of my harsh past engulfed me, flashing themselves before my eyes.

"Where or where is my princess? Come out come out wherever you are."

"Please don't call me that, Kai," I whimpered, coming back to the present. "Please."

"What? Princess?" I cringed, still holding back the obvious tears that had formed in my blue eyes. He must have seen my discomfort because his eyes widened and he looked flustered. "Sorry…Hey, are…are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I lied.

"Are you sure?" He raised a dark eyebrow. "'Cuz you don't look fine."

"'M'fine."

"Oookay," he dropped the subject. "What brings you here? Certainly my charm and good looks didn't convince you alone. But, maybe they did."

I let out a laugh mixed with a strangled sob, which had his eyebrows rising once more. "Are you sure…?"

Holding up a hand, I replied, "L-Long day, don't want to t-talk about it."

Liar.

"Ah. I see. Well, everyone has bad days, I guess."

He flashed me a grin, his brilliantly white teeth sparkling against his ridiculously dark skin. How anyone could be so dark was beyond me.

"So you finally came outside. That's a first."

"Unlike you, some people don't like to go out in the sun all that much," I countered.

"But you're a farmer. And, anyway, what's so wrong with the sun?" He asked, leaning in front of me, his face mere inches away from mine; that inevitable grin still plastered on his face.

I didn't look at him. Instead, I focused on the sea foam green bracelet crafted from what seemed to be a sea shell that adorned his left wrist. "Melanoma."

Kai stepped back, blinking. "…Are you serious?"

I snorted, tracing circles in the blue wood with my index finger, my left hand supporting my head. "Pretty much."

Surprisingly, he laughed. The sort of airy, I-don't-have-a-care-in-the-world kind of laugh. "If I would have known that, sweetheart, I would have ripped you from your cave, applied some sun block to your pale skin, and then pushed you into the water with me."

"Swim suits aren't my cup of tea."

"Wear a t-shirt over it."

"What if I don't want to?" I asked, my chin held high.

"Darlin', I guess you would be wearing your swim suit then."

"I have a name," I retorted. "Please use it."

"Claire, really. You should come to the beach more often. I hardly ever talk to you, ya know."

"How are you and Popuri?" I asked, changing subjects. I didn't want to talk about swim suits and swimming anymore.

I was surprisingly holding out okay so far. I was beginning to wonder why I hadn't tried this earlier, just…talking to him. The guilt was layering on thick, consuming me. He couldn't possibly be like him, could he?

Kai let out a sigh, letting it drag out dramatically. "Why do you ask?"

"Curious."

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, grabbing a stool next to me. "Not so good."

"She seemed perfectly fine when I saw her coming out of here," I said.

"That's because she doesn't know we're not doing good," he added. "I haven't told her how I felt yet."

Wait- why was he telling me this?

"You seem eager to get it off your chest," I stated.

"It's nice to have someone to talk to about it, even if they are a hermit," Kai said, smiling.

I let out a noise that sounded much like a 'hmph'. "What's wrong with her? She's beautiful."

He grunted. "So? Who do you think I am? Some shallow guy that only dates girls by their looks?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Talking to Rick lately, huh?"

"No," I stated coldly. "I don't talk to him."

He swiveled on his stool, amused. I simply sat there, staring off into space, not really caring if he fell off his stool or not. "Other than Rick, you're the only other person who thinks that."

"I know."

"Do you now?" He asked, his eyebrows knitting together, studying me. He brushed off my cold attitude like it was nothing. Couldn't he sense something?

I turned to face him to find out that he was mere inches away from me again. My breath caught in my throat as his breath hit me like a brick wall.

Pineapples.

His breath smelled faintly of pineapples.

Don't get me wrong, I liked the smell of pineapples, I really did. But I thought he would smell gross like…alcohol or chewing tobacco.

But this isn't him, I reminded myself. This is Kai. Definitely not him.

Of course he didn't smell like alcohol. He wasn't him, and that was all that mattered.

Get over it. It's been over for five years now, Claire. You were sixteen. You can't change the past, so stop thinking about it.

Somehow I still couldn't listen to myself.

"Y-Yes," I said, my voice shaky. "Mostly because…all the women in this town l-love you."

"This is true," he agreed, smirking. "But don't ever listen to Rick when he goes on his crazy rampages dealing with me. Most of the things he jabs about are complete lies."

"Most?" I questioned, curious.

He waved a hand at me like it was no big deal. "Yeah, most. Like the small things are true: me travelling a lot, having a lot of different girlfriends, and being tall, dark, and handsome."

"A lot of different girlfriends? Busy man," I noted.

"Very," he agreed jokingly, staring at me.

I turned my gaze elsewhere, not wanting to look at his face. "Seems so."

"Hey," Kai said, changing subjects. "You're coming outside tomorrow, right?"

He sounded hopeful.

"I don't know."

"Oh, c'mon! Come back to the beach and go swimming with me tomorrow! You know you want too." I saw him wink in my peripheral vision. "And make sure to wear a bathing suit, you need some sun."

I got up from the metal stool, my hands still splayed out flat on the cool wooden counter. "I'll…think about it."

"Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow!" Kai called out as I walked out of the Snack Shack.

Feeling his eyes on my back, I quickened my pace and left the beach in record time.

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Yup, this is only about 6 pages long, so sorry about that. Hopefully you readers liked it! I'm not entirely sure if this first part is actually angsty or not, but just you wait, the angst will come.

Review please? :)