Star Girl

1. Words

Hiya- thanks for reading the story!! This story really doesn't follow the storyline of OBX although it may have some moments from the show out of context

Every chapter is named after a song that I recommend  you listen too while reading as it will somehow relate to the chapter and create a better vibe- enjoy xxx

Astrid

IMAGINE one day we actually find that gold Jb was blabbin' about- were all sittin' in our mansions sippin' on a martini. And I've got three maids rubbin' my feet." JJ smiles, closing his eyes and swaying himself in the hammock, one leg hung over the side to push it lightly back and forth.

He spoke softly over the strumming of my guitar- I was laying on the opposite side of the hammock, my feet tucked under his arm for warmth and my mothers old guitar resting on my lap.

Although it was pitch black and we had no fire I could still memorise the chords without looking, playing them quietly under the conversation.

"That's gross JJ- some poor girl having to rub your feet?" Kie scowled up at him.

John B, Kie and Pope were all sitting around the hammock in their camping chairs, a half empty beer in each of their hands.

"Oh my bad Kie would you rather do the honours?" JJ asked as he shoved one of his feet in her face .

"Get outta here! Fucking gross- your feet stink!" She giggled loud as she repeatedly pushed his foot out of her face.

I hummed along to the melody of "words" by Gregory Alan Isakov while they still pushed each other around laughing loudly.

After a couple minutes they calmed down and we all retreated back to a comfortable silence- listening to the guitar with distant smiles and half closed, stoned and drunken gazes.

I'm surprised I'm playing so well despite the large amount of weed in my system, blurring my eyesight even more than the dark is and making my playing slow down more than usual.

Once the song came to an end I let the last few notes ring out and float into the air before changing to two familiar chords that changed the mood entirely.

Everyone snapped out of their drunken hazes and sat up slightly more straight, muttering statements of agreement.

"Ughhh I fucking love this song!" John b groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, before breaking into the first verse.

"Hey there Delilah what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you dooo!"

Kie soon joined in, singing along while jj mumbled some gibberish as he's useless at remembering lyrics to songs that aren't rap.

I giggled lightly as I watched jb grab Pope's cheeks leaning in as if he was about to kiss him "ohhh it's what you do to meee-"

He was suddenly cut off by Pope pushing him away roughly with a wide grin on his face, so harshly Infact that John b's chair tipped completely over, sending him flying backwards aswell as his beer, which spilt all down his front.

Kie and I both let out loud laughs as Pope grinned down at him.

"Uh oh...here he comes...yeah Pope i'd run if I were you-" JJ giggled as JB now stumbled up, dripping with cheap beer.

Pope understood quickly and took his chance, legging it down the dock leading to the marsh behind us, despite it being midnight and pitch black, laughing loud.

"You wanna play it like that huh?!" John B shouted back, jumping over his knocked over chair and running down the dock, close on popes tail.

The three of us watched and laughed uncontrollably as jb caught up and tackled pope into the water off of the edge of the dock, both of them landing with a loud splash.