"𝙀𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨"
"𝙅𝙅-"
"𝙉𝙤, 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚. 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩?"
In which five friends go on a treasure hunt that will change their lives.
Or//
In which Calli...
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Callie got home around ten minutes later, walking in to find most of the lights off. Leaving her keys by the door, she headed further into the house quietly, figuring that either most or all of her family were already in bed.
"Callie, is that you?" she heard her mum ask as she went past the spare room, which had been converted into a makeshift workspace for the woman.
Turning back, Callie pushed the door open and entered the room. "This late at night, you'd wanna hope it's me and not an axe murderer," she joked.
Her mother rolled her eyes with a smile, not looking away from the canvas set on the easel in front of her. While their family owned the Surf Shack and both of Callie's parents worked there, Jenner Merrick was an artist and spent time on paintings that she sold to people around the Outer Banks.
She was quite good, too, managing to sell some of her work to clients living on Figure Eight. Mrs Merrick's paintings mainly revolved around the views of Kildare island and the beaches, capturing its beauty in the layers of oil paint.
"An axe murderer who just happens to have a key?" Mrs Merrick countered, finally turning to her daughter as she cleaned her brush off in a jar of water.
Callie shrugged as she sat down on the old couch that they had moved into the room. "Who needs a key when you have an axe?"
The brush stopped in the water as her mother thought for a moment. "Fair point," she nodded, removing the brush and drying it a bit on a towel before dipping it into some dark blue paint. "You should get to bed, it's late. Will you be home tomorrow?"
The teenager shook her head, "I'm going surfing with JJ tomorrow morning and then we're meeting up with Pope and John B. Kie's working so she'd gonna tag along in the afternoon."
"Working is actually what I wanted to talk to you about," the woman stated as she dabbed her brush along the canvas. "I have to meet with a potential client about a commission, so I need you to work a shift at the shop tomorrow."
"Isn't dad already gonna be working," Callie frowned.
Her mother sighed, lowering the paintbrush. "Yes, he is. But since it's Summer now, we've been getting more business. We told you we would need more help over the Summer, Cal. I shouldn't need to explain it to you. We need to take what we can get before the hurricane hits."
"Alright," Callie said as she stood up from the couch. "I'll be there."
"Thank you," her mother smiled gratefully.
Callie said goodnight and left the room, heading down the hallway to her bedroom. After getting ready to get into bed, she grabbed her phone out and send a message to the Pogue's group chat.
