family. | outer banks x oc

cleaning up her mess

Pope, Jj, and I went to the chaeteu to meet up with John B and Kiara.

Jj crashed on the couch immediately.

"Where's Kie?" I asked John B.

"Her parents wanted her home."

"Mhm."

"Look at it out there." Pope smiles.

"Can I say something crazy?" John B smirks.

"What?" Pope groans.

"Lets go surf." John B says seriously.

"Can I say something even crazier? Yes!" I laugh, quoting the children's movie Frozen.

We grab our boards and head outside.

It was raining cats and dogs out there.

"Its a double overhead bro!" I laugh.

"Those aren't surfable waves, man!" Pope shouts.

We could barely hear eachother over the loud rain pouring down on us.

John B laughs at the boy, "Says who?"

We all start running towards the water, getting ready to surf.

"Dude! You good?" I laugh after John B fails to surf a wave.

He doesn't answer me after getting back on his board. He just looks out towards the horizon line.

"Bro! What?" I yell at him.

I start getting worried so I paddle over to him. "Oh, shit."

"Is that a Grady White?" I ask him.

He still isn't answering me.

"John B! Answer me!"

"I- I don't know."

The next morning..

I don't remember coming home last night. I'm assuming John B dropped Pope and I off.

I picked up my phone from my nightstand to call my friends, making sure they were okay.

When I grabbed my phone I immediately got a message saying there was no service.

"Fuck." I groan.

"Language!" I hear a loud voice yell from downstairs.

I thought I was home alone. My dad went on a fishing trip yesterday. When he goes on trips he's normally gone for 3-5 days.

"Dad?"

I slowly walk downstairs with a pair of scissors in my hand.

"If you are a murderer, drop the weapon." I yell.

"I'm not a murderer." The voice says again. At this point I can tell it's my dad.

"Dad? What are you doing here?"

There was no way he would miss a trip like this. We just had a hurricane. Fishing would be so easy today.

Why was he home?

"Came home early." I stated. "I'm going back out now. Stay safe." He smiles.

"Okay-"

He walked out the door.

"What the actual hell?" I mumble. Just as I do, I hear Heyward yelling at Pope to clean up the dock.

The hurricane must of destroyed everything. I wouldn't be surprised if the Heywards have a shit load of trash to clean.

I decide to get dressed and go help Pope. I decide to wear one of his graphic t's and a pair of worn out shorts and black vans.

"Hey! Pope! Want some help?" I yell as I walk towards him.

"Hell yeah!"