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Sep. 3rd, 2000 09:13 pm[Sadie left Beach City for university about three years ago. Lars was alright for the first few months, but then increasingly realized that his shitty beach town had nothing to offer him—such was always his ornery opinion, but Sadie was a silver lining he grew too reliant on. So it was less that Lars was specifically codependent on Sadie and more that he'd always hated the town he grew up in. He needed to get out there and experience shit too! Sadie couldn't be the only one getting the opportunity to stretch her legs.
Didn't mean he didn't resent her for leaving, though, even if it was for personal betterment. They hadn't ever really reached any mutual closure of any kind, and he definitely did selfishly express that he felt left behind. As is predictable, they had sort of a falling out. And they kept loosely in touch after the tension faded, but that didn't do anything for the lonely anxiety eating up Lars from the inside out.
So he did what any small town kid fallen victim to crisis of identity would do and fled to Empire City, and had been living there for about four years. Sadie and Lars catch up once a month or two, usually when she was procrastinating on her studies. Lars meanwhile was partying with strangers all over the big city, rotating questionable friend circles, making weird personal discoveries about himself... It wasn't a wholly useless experience, but Lars was feeling himself burn out.
Being broke all the time was losing its appeal, and Lars realized recently that all his friends were sort of garbage human beings. He missed Steven, Sadie, Jenny, Buck, Sour Cream and...basically everyone in Beach City. He hadn't even visited. There was a weird anxiety about coming back, seeming like a different guy and... having everyone comment on it.
Finally, one night, when Lars had had a really bad night with his roommates after an equally bad shift at his even worse job, Lars just shoved all his shit into an oversized backpack and duffel bag respectively (his roommate's, which he decided he would be stealing). He also stole some other non essential items from his roommates, just to spite them, like some clothing items he was envious of and some stuff he could sell.
Aaand then he got on a bus, once he cashed what his employer didn't know would be his final paycheck. He felt smug and exhilarated, pleased to have a nice handful of cash to himself that wouldn't immediately be eaten up by rent, off scott free from the grip of the city. Cuttin' ties wasn't as difficult as people made it out to be.
As he rides in the Bolt Bus down to Beach City, Lars rudely has his knees in the personal space of the person next to him without even noticing—and he fails to pick up their passive aggressive behavior about their personal space, because he's on his phone and has his headphones in. It's about 5pm.
He decides to shoot Sadie a text. She isn't specifically why he wants to go back to Beach City—he wants to catch up with everyone in general. After all, he doesn't even know she's there right now.]
>Hey so jw
>When do you thinks the next time you'll be in Beach City?
Didn't mean he didn't resent her for leaving, though, even if it was for personal betterment. They hadn't ever really reached any mutual closure of any kind, and he definitely did selfishly express that he felt left behind. As is predictable, they had sort of a falling out. And they kept loosely in touch after the tension faded, but that didn't do anything for the lonely anxiety eating up Lars from the inside out.
So he did what any small town kid fallen victim to crisis of identity would do and fled to Empire City, and had been living there for about four years. Sadie and Lars catch up once a month or two, usually when she was procrastinating on her studies. Lars meanwhile was partying with strangers all over the big city, rotating questionable friend circles, making weird personal discoveries about himself... It wasn't a wholly useless experience, but Lars was feeling himself burn out.
Being broke all the time was losing its appeal, and Lars realized recently that all his friends were sort of garbage human beings. He missed Steven, Sadie, Jenny, Buck, Sour Cream and...basically everyone in Beach City. He hadn't even visited. There was a weird anxiety about coming back, seeming like a different guy and... having everyone comment on it.
Finally, one night, when Lars had had a really bad night with his roommates after an equally bad shift at his even worse job, Lars just shoved all his shit into an oversized backpack and duffel bag respectively (his roommate's, which he decided he would be stealing). He also stole some other non essential items from his roommates, just to spite them, like some clothing items he was envious of and some stuff he could sell.
Aaand then he got on a bus, once he cashed what his employer didn't know would be his final paycheck. He felt smug and exhilarated, pleased to have a nice handful of cash to himself that wouldn't immediately be eaten up by rent, off scott free from the grip of the city. Cuttin' ties wasn't as difficult as people made it out to be.
As he rides in the Bolt Bus down to Beach City, Lars rudely has his knees in the personal space of the person next to him without even noticing—and he fails to pick up their passive aggressive behavior about their personal space, because he's on his phone and has his headphones in. It's about 5pm.
He decides to shoot Sadie a text. She isn't specifically why he wants to go back to Beach City—he wants to catch up with everyone in general. After all, he doesn't even know she's there right now.]
>Hey so jw
>When do you thinks the next time you'll be in Beach City?