OBX: An Outer Banks Story | Season 1

Episode 1

"Hey! Wake up! You've gotta be at work in 20!" Her shouts annoy me as they do every morning.

"I'm awake!" I shout back, already dressed for work and sitting in my bed, staring at the small crack on the wall.

After a minute I finally force myself to my feet and walk downstairs. I quickly try to pass the kitchen and out the side door, but Grams sees me and gives me a look.

"Love you." I walk over and hug her as she chops her herbs.

"Love you too. Have a good day at work."

I walk out and immediately hop onto my bike. As I do the same ride I've been doing every day for the past two weeks, I continue watching the people of this town. There are those people who are running around like mad dogs, just trying to stay afloat. Then the people walking around like they know something no one else does. Then my favorite people of the OBX, those who own it and know it. They intrigue me more than the rest. They put their noses up at the rest of us, yet if you look close enough you realize that their lives are just as fucked up as ours.

"Hey. New kid!" The shout distracts me as I bike up to the country club and I fall off my bike. "Damn!"

"Fuck!" I shove the bike off my legs, noticing the scraps and blood beginning to drip.

"Dude, you okay?" The same girl that shouted my name before runs up to me, offering a hand.

"I'm fine." I get up and notice her, she's my age, shorter than me, and wearing an apron.

"You sure? You're bleeding."

"Yeah. I've had worse." I pick my bike up and start walking it to the bike rack with her.

"Sure. Okay. I'm Taylor. I work with the pastry chef."

"Parker. Busboy." I lock my bike in. "Why were you yelling for me?"

"Oh. Yeah. You're needed to help at the bar today."

"Okay."

"It's a busy weekend. You'll probably be there till Monday."

"Okay." We walk in together.

"Is that the only word you know?" She steps in front of me, smiling a weird amount.

"No."

"Okay." I laugh at that and she smiles.

"Sorry. I'm just not a morning person. Or a person person."

"Well, that's fine. I'm sure I'll be your type of person soon enough."

"Really? You think so?"

"I know so." She smiles and turns down another hall. "See you later Busboy."

"How was work?" Grams is hovering by the backdoor when I arrive. "Make any friends today?"

"Nope." I go over to the fridge and grab a water bottle before I notice she's dressed up. "What's going on?"

"My friend's throwing a little game night. I'll be gone pretty late. There's money in that jar for pizza or whatever." The Winnie the Pooh cookie jar just stares at me.

"Sure. Have fun."

"You too." She says as I walk upstairs.

I didn't sleep a minute last night. Well, I actually did, but maybe forty minutes tops. I had fallen asleep until I had the worst dream. I dream that brought me back to one of the worst moments in my life. It just kept repeating. The scream. The grab. The Fire. The beeping. Over and over. Over and over. Over and over.