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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𝟎𝟔𝟕. 𝐨𝐡, 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞
what was i made for? ──── billie eilish
☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
𝖨'𝖬 𝖲𝖨𝖳𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖨𝖭 𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝖮𝖥 𝖬𝖸 𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖥𝖠𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱，𝖳𝖱𝖸𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖮 𝖥𝖨𝖦𝖴𝖱𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖬 𝖮𝖴𝖳．Being a Routledge comes with its benefits, and one of those benefits is being able to tell when somebody is lying, especially when that somebody is my damn family.
JJ and I stopped by the Chateau this morning as I needed clothes, not that he was bothered about me wearing clothes, of course. Wearing his clothes is fun, don't get me wrong, but I desperately needed underwear. Although, imagine my surprise when I found my dad and John B at the Chateau.
The moment I saw them, all those emotions I let out last night resurfaced. I didn't have a single thing to say as I watched JJ walk right up to my dad and hug him. I'm glad they finally got to see one another, and I'm even more glad that each of my friends got the chance to see Dad, but I still felt this raging anxiety within.
Everybody has reunited with my father, and now that the happy moment of bliss has passed, I'm sitting here across from Dad and John B, trying to read them. Actually, more specifically, I'm trying to read him── my dear twin brother. If there's anyone I can get through to, it's him. He won't look at me, and that can only mean one thing.
He is hiding something.
Pope is telling Dad and John B about the cross and, well, lack of cross as we lost it once again. I'm continuing to stare at my brother, hoping he'll catch me staring at him. Instead, he's just remaining silent, looking anywhere but at me, and listening to Pope talk on and on about our devastating loss.
JJ keeps nudging me throughout the talk, checking in on me, but I just smile at him, insisting that I'm fine.
My breakdown last night was a little embarrassing, especially since it was uncalled for given that I have scared him in the past. I fell unconscious from a blunt end of a machete and fell off the side of a ship into water, so I guess we're even now, right?
Regardless, I appreciated JJ being there last night. I loved having him beside me, and I loved waking up to his arms cuddled around me even more. Following the simple kiss he offered me this morning, he laid upon me and kissed all the way down my body, making both of us forget all about the crash he had last night.
