𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞.
outer banks universe.
BROOKLYN ROUTLEDGE, twin sister
to John B Routledge, is thrusted into a
whirlwind of an adventure when her father goes missing at sea. Brooklyn and John B rope
their closest friends into their adventure,
...
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𝟎𝟓𝟒. 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝
the anchor ──── bastille
☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
𝖨 𝖣𝖨𝖣𝖭'𝖳 𝖦𝖤𝖳 𝖳𝖮 𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖯𝖮𝖭𝖣 𝖳𝖮 𝖩𝖩'𝖲 𝖰𝖴𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 as Pope, Kiara and John B safely arrived back at the container without being stabbed, shot or smacked. I pull off the grate, allowing our friends to climb through, but it's not just the three of them coming into the container.
No, there's a fourth person with them.
"Jesus Christ! I kill you, John B." Her accent is strong, unfamiliar to me, but John B seems to know her.
"Who is this?" I ask, watching as John B lifts himself in after the mystery girl.
"Juts relax, okay?" John B steps over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. JJ steps over to cover the grate once everyone has stepped in, but I'm disappointed to see that Sarah isn't climbing through.
"Who is she?" I ask, looking to the girl again. "What's going on, John B?"
"Hey, hey. Brooke, relax," John B utters, squeezing my shoulder. "Remember I told you about the girl we met in the Bahamas that saved us?"
"Uh..." I wrack my brain for the name. "Cleo, right?"
"Cleo." John B nods firmly. "She's gonna help us, alright?" He looks over at the mystery girl── Cleo from the Bahamas. "Cleo, this is my sister."
Cleo steps over to me, grasping my hand tightly. "Heard a lot about you." I can imagine she's heard a lot about me given that John B and Sarah spent ages trapped at sea with Cleo and her crew.
I shake her hand. "Nice to meet you."
Instead of introducing himself to Cleo, he looks to see that our friends have come back empty handed. "Did you guys seriously not grab anything, not one single gun?"
"We tr... we tried, okay? I got attacked."
"This is why I shouldn't gone with." Although, if he had gone, he and I wouldn't have had the moment. He wouldn't have asked me a question I've been longing to hear, and I wouldn't have nearly uttered the word.
