𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇:
the lower class of the outer banks finds their comfort in a group of rich kids
𝐎𝐑
kendra cameron finds herself in a van with john b routledge and jj maybank during a hurricane, the three of them getting invested in a treasure hunt...
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THE MORNING AFTER A HURRICANE WAS ALWAYS TERRIBLE.
however, for one particular brunette, she was having the worst post-hurricane morning ever.
she had woken up on the cut of all places, under the thin blanket of her father's boat boy's guest bedroom. why was she there? how had she gotten herself into quite possibly the shittiest situation imaginable?
she should've known leaving the party was a bad idea, especially right before the surge hit. walking the beach alone, the rain had started, pouring to a point it was almost blinding for the girl. that was, until a volkswagen bus stopped in the road, the driver yelling at her to get in, to which she happily complied, realizing that getting in the van- which appeared to be hardly street legal- was the latter option to freezing to death or being taken out by a piece of flying debris.
yes, kendra cameron, killed by a rogue tree, would've looked absolutely fabulous on a gravestone. the dark haired cameron climbed out of john b routledge's guest bed, hair a mess and the previous nights makeup still slightly visible in lines where it had run down her face via the torrential downpour that had soaked her about ten minutes after she decided to walk the beach.
"morning, sunshine." a voice that made the kook girl sick to her stomach said from the kitchen, kendra rolling her eyes as she saw jj standing in the kitchen in a pair of cargo shorts.
