Not all wanderers are lost.

One

The Outer Banks, Paradise on earth.

That's what my brother says anyway.

I've only been gone a year so not much has changed. There's still a thing about Pouges and Kooks which I don't understand why we can't all just get along.

It's whatever I guess.

I look across from me to see the house I grew up in, also the brother I grew up with. John B Routledge or as I like to call him. Johnny but he doesn't like that.

"Home sweet home." I whisper to myself letting my bags falls onto the grass. My face lights up as soon as I see the one and only in the flesh.

"Johnny!" I call making the brunette turn to look my way with a smile on his face.

"B!" He says waving while walking up to me.

I then realize he's not alone.