Stella Carter was somewhat the Hannah Montana of the Outerbanks, she had the best of both worlds. Although, without the good relationships with the Kooks.
When the Summer she was promised to have a good time the whole time, became a task to survive...
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As the night fell and the group had began to settle down, Stella and JJ took the opposing side of the boat whereas John B and Sarah slept beside Pope and Kiara. After lots of insisting. Stella and JJ told the group they'd watch through the night in case any trouble hit; putting the boat on auto as they sat on the edge of the vehicle.
The two teenagers stared up to the stars, their shoulders touching one another whilst Stella's hands remained over her stomach and JJ's at his side.
"I cant wait to grow up," She muttered. "I mean, I sometimes like OBX but... I just know that this isn't permanent." She whispered.
JJ slowly turned to look at her, "You think I don't know that? Carter, you used to tell me all about Europe and how much you desired to get out of here. You've always been in love with cities you've never been to," He spoke softly. "You were happy in Europe, why'd you wanna come back here?"
The corner of the girls lips tugged up into a smile before turning to him, her fingers slowly threading through his. "Falling for you didn't feel like falling at all," She whispered as his lips parted. "It was like... walking into a house and knowing you were home." Stella brushed her hands through his locks. "I came back because my home feels like wherever you are."
Stella Carter couldn't believe she had finally admitted her feelings, though long over due, the look upon the boys face was enough to get her stressed.
The blond boy was lost for words, gulping to try and form some sort of liquid that would fix his dry mouth. Stella smiled at his silence, creasing her lips into a thin line as she rose to her feet. "I'm gonna get dressed because I was smart enough to pack other clothes," She said.
As Stella approached her bag and pulled out a pair of grey joggers and a cropped, black, tank top, JJ still tried to take in what had just happened.
"Stella," He sat up, glancing to see her pulling the joggers up over her thighs, his lips parting at the sight of her despite seeing her change so many times before.
The girl looked to him, a grin laced on her lips before putting her hand in her pocket to pull out a blunt. "JJ," She mocked his tone, "Blunts for breakfast?" She muttered, skipping towards him as she put the drug to her lips.
JJ stared at her as she sat down in front of him and crossed her legs over one another. "You're so golden," He shook his head with a smile, taking the blunt from between her lips as he threw it to the side.
His hands met with her jaw, pulling her forward until their lips met. Stella eyes widened at first, slowly melting into his arms as brought her hands to the hem of his shirt, trying to pull him closer.
