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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𝟎𝟓𝟓. 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞
you are my sunshine ──── christina perri
✩ 𝐣𝐣'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 . . .
𝖶𝖤'𝖱𝖤 𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖱𝖮𝖲𝖤 𝖢𝖠𝖬𝖤𝖱𝖮𝖭，𝖭𝖤𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖮 𝖲𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖲𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖧．Brooke and Pope have followed after Rafe which, I think is dangerous. I know, I can't believe I'm saying that, but I don't need Pope and Brooke getting killed by the Rafe Cameron. I know John B is equally worried about them as he is about Sarah. He's driving quickly, or as quick as the Twinkie can drive, hoping to save the love of his life.
We don't know where Rose is taking Sarah, but we're following regardless, not really bothered about the risks.
John B seems tense... tenser than usual, and I suspect there's something else going on with him. I suspect there's something he wants to talk to me about which, personally, I don't like the idea of, but whatever he needs to say, he should just say it because things are rarely strained between us.
He's probably just worried about Sarah, that's what I keep telling myself. She's inside Rose's car unwillingly, and we need to get her back, get Pope's cross, and get the hell away from these people.
We need a win. We really, really need a win.
"She's going to be okay, man." John B doesn't acknowledge me, his hands just tighten on the steering wheel. Okay, he is not in the greatest of moods, that much I can see.
John B has been my best friend, alongside Brooke, for nine years now, and with us being friends for that long, I knowhim better than most, so I know when he's pissed, and right now he is pissed on a whole other level. I can't tell if he's mad at me or at this situation in general. That part is difficult to know.
Wait. Why would he be mad at me? Not to be self-absorbed or anything, but I haven't done anything wrong. Let's be honest, most of the time, I never do anything wrong. Sure, my friends would disagree with that fact, but it's true.
He knows he can talk to me in the same way that I know I can always talk to him. We've been best friends for a long time, and while we don't cry and give heart-to-hearts often, I've got his back. Whatever he needs to get off his chest, I'm here. I'll listen. I'll offer friendly enough advice.
