Underground {OBX}

Part 1

"Shit, shit," I mutter under my breath.

I continue to sprint down the street, in hopes that I'll lose the cop chasing me, not far behind. "Come back here, you little brat," he shouts.

"Sorry," I laugh, leaping onto a dumpster. I hoist myself onto the roof of a building. "You really don't get paid enough, dude. Well, it was nice knowing ya."

I salute the distraught man and carry on, dropping myself back to the ground on the other side of the building. I run closer to and alongside the water, until I reach an old, shabby beach shack. Assuming no one's inside, I open the back door and slide through. To my surprise, when I turn around, five teenagers stare at me in shock. "Who the hell are you," a girl with curly, brown hair asks.

"Sorry," I chuckle. "I got into a little mishap with some cops."

"What'd ya do," a boy with messy blonde hair asks. "Pissed em off, stole some beer. Had to drop it on the way," I answer.

"Who are you," a boy with darker skin respeats. His brows are furrowed, like I just walked in on an important conversation that couldn't wait. "The name's Briana, Brie for short," I tell them. "I just moved here two days ago."

"Really," asks a boy with wavy, brown hair and a bandana tied around his neck. "From where?"

"Texas," I smile. "I'm looking for my dad. Here, I actually have a picture."

I reach into the pocket of my shorts and pull out a picture of a man my mom had given me not three days before. The kids' eyes widen.

"Holy-"

"Shit."

I drop my arm, confused. Do they know this guy?

"Where'd you get that picture," bandana boy asks.

I tell them, "My mom gave it to me, said he's my dad."

The five teens share a look, then bandana boy says, "That's my father."

~

John B, or bandana boy, sits down, handing me a beer. His friends have since left the house, or as they like to call it, the Chateau. It's just me and the boy with whom I share a father.

"So, your mom gave you that," he asks. I nod. "What's her name?"

"Carrie Green," I tell him. "Why?"

"Holy shit. That's my mom." John B takes a sip of his beer with wide eyes. "Wait, that means we're.."

"Siblings," he finishes. "How old are you?"

"16.. What about you?"

"16," he breathes.

"Woah, are we.."

"Twins? I think so.."

"Well fuck."

John B takes a deep breath, then says, "You're welcome to stay if you'd like.."

"Show me my room," I smirk.

~

My new room is nice. There's a bed in the center of the room, covered in white sheets. Two windows sit on either wall. There's a closet and a dresser. On either side of the bed, there's a nightstand and a mirror. It could use some greenery, and maybe some color.

I toss my backpack onto the bed. I grab my clothes, folding them nicely and placing them in the dresser. I set my journal on the nightstand, and slide the picture of me and my mom and the one of my dad onto my mirror. I plug my charger into the outlet by my bed, then throw my bag under a window.

I throw myself onto the bed, sighing. The waves crash outside my window, then I hear the sounds of people talking. There's a knock at my door. "Come in," I shout.

The girls from earlier walk into my room with a smile. "Hi," the girl with blonde hair says. "We didn't get a chance to introduce ourselves earlier."

They sit on my bed. "I'm Sarah, and this is Kie," Sarah smiles, holding out her hand. I shake it gently. "Nice to meet you guys," I say.

"We're gonna hang out back tonight," Kie tells me. "Would you wanna join us?"

"Sure," I smile, standing up. "Let's go!"

~

I'm laying in a hammock out back, drinking an ice cold beer, while the others are laughing. The boys are tackling each other to the ground and the girls are laughing. John B joins me on the hammock, and we watch them.

"You likin it here so far," he asks, turning to look at me. I take a sip and nod. "It's nice, like a breath of fresh air."

"That's good," he says. "By the way, the blonde is JJ and the other one is Pope."

I smack my lips together, and look at John B. "Good to know."

We both laugh, then it goes quiet. "So, did our mom ever tell you why we never knew about each other?"

"She said something about splitting on dad, but she never said why," I tell him. "Speaking of, where is dad?"

John B stares at his drink in his lap. Clearly, it's something not good. He looks at his friends, and tells me, "He was murdered about a year ago.. I'm sorry."

Disappointed, I say, "Why are you sorry?"

"You came all this way to meet him," John B explains, avoiding eye contact.

"It's okay," I say, turning his head to look at me. "I met my brother instead."

We both smile at each other, until JJ shouts, "Are you two gonna keep flirting, or are we gonna take shots?"

We laugh and get up to join the rest of them. I like it here. I think I'll stay a while.