OBX fan fiction

Part One

Today was the day. I'm finally going to be back.

"Are we almost there yet!" I'm aware I sound way to excited to go back home. They could also tell by the way I'm frantically looking for the words 'Outer Banks' outside.

It's unhealthy for a lot of reasons, number one is that I get seasick but that was taken care of. My handy-dandy puke bucket was right next to me and there whenever I need it. To be honest with you, if you asked me what color it was I would have no idea because my eyes were glued to the car window. No matter how many times my sister Jo tells me I'm going to puke if I keep looking, I will continue to.

Jo was sitting next to me in the backseat of my dads car. Her brown hair was all messy, but it looked good that way. I don't know how she got her hair like that but the messy just looks like volume. She was doing the same thing as me, only difference is she got tired and is now sleeping to her boyfriends favorite songs. Jo's face was only half on the window ready to fall.

"About one hour left Just" my dad replied, I know he's probably tired of it. However, I will stop asking now because I know that our trip is 12/13 hours done. It was definitely over 12 hours because of all the stops we made to get gas, snacks, go to the bathroom and stretch. Most likely it was like 14 hours.

I could just picture Sarah and me hugging in one hour because we didn't see each other in so long. Then, we will probably go on her dads boat and talk for five hours. We usually talk about friends, family, plans to see each other again, internet drama, school drama, and not to be cringy but boys. Currently I don't really like any boys but she does. She talks about how romantic he is and all of the things that make him him. To her even his first name John is perfect. I think it's boring but I'll never tell her that. I just listen hoping someday I'll find my John. One time I told her it and she laughed a little and warned me that my standards were to high to get anyone in the outerbanks. However, she found John so I can find mine.

All of the sudden my day dream is interrupted once Jo wakes up.

"What happened", I immediately ask, it's like a reflex.

"My phone died", she looked at me straight in the eye like something out of a horror movie. I swear those brown eyes definitely have red in them. She put her hand out, "do you have a charger?" Scared I gave her the charger in hopes she'll leave me alone and I can put my music back on. "This charger sucks", thank god she isn't looking at me now, instead she's looking for a outlet and talking to herself. I have to admit watching her jam the charger into a car seat is kind of funny. There's only one second till she'll say, "dad, where the hell is the outlet".

"Jo, just look. I'm driving and", then Dad rambles about driving and how it is important not to talk while driving. While he's talking the miracle happened and she found a outlet. He's such a big help.

Anyways, I can't wait to meet everyone again. People think it's strange that I'm considered a 'kook' and hang out with pouges, I put kook in quotes because I'm barley one. Honestly I don't fit into the category's they keep making. I may not be super rich like Kiara and Sarah, but I don't live like JJ and John B. I'm just Justine Watertown, nothing more nothing less.

Even though my names Justine they all call me Jessy there, I can't wait to be called that again. The nickname Just is just getting boring (see what I did there). My family and friends call me Just back home, their southern accents make Just sound prettier than the way people in North Carolina say it.

When I first came here it was because my mom moved here a little less than a year ago. I only spent two weeks here in August so it really wasn't much, and definitely not a lot of time to meet everyone. The only reason I know JJ, Kiara, Pope and John B was because Sarah talked about them. I know that JJ has problems with his father and smokes, Kiara wants to save the environment, Pope is one of the smartest guys around, and John B is Sarah's love of her life.

I wonder what Sarah told them about me.

Maybe she told them about my cheerleading, they probably think I'm stupid for doing cheer but maybe she told them how I'm almost the top of my class after. I wonder how they would think of me.