Chapter Two
“I’ve always wanted to go to Malibu,” Joel said.
The sun, sand, scantily clad people trotting about as they sipped drinks from strangely shaped glasses with little umbrellas. People saying “dude” and surfing and skateboarding and breakdancing on the boardwalk and just generally being super cool.
At least, if the archival MTV footage they pirated when they were in high school was still an accurate reflection of the culture.
Not that it would have mattered.
Reggie looked around. Uptight faces that looked to have put effort into never smiling. Cold eyes that only lit up when they found something on which to cast judgment. This place was totally uncool.
“This is not that Malibu,” he said.
A woman walked by the gang, stopped, looked them up and down, and scoffed before walkin
