DISCONTINUED / NO LONGER WRITING
❛ and its new, the shape of your
body, its blue the feelin' i got and
it's ooh, whoa-oh. it's a cruel summer.
and it's cool, that's what i tell 'em. no
rules in breakable heaven, but ooh,
whoa-oh. it's a cruel summer...
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𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 / 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 ❛ can i interest you in a tasty milwaukee beverage? ❜
YOU COULDN'T UNDERSTAND the Outer Banks without understanding the Boneyard. It was like a three layer burrito, as John B always said. There's the south side residents and their friends: the working-class derelicts from the Cut. Then, there were the Kooks: the rich second-homers. Most of them are from pouncey-ass boarding schools—just rich trustafarian posers. The Pogues' natural enemies. And then, there are the Tourons. They're totally clueless, here for a week on vacation with their families. Chum for the sharks.
"I want a rematch!" Stella shouted after JJ won another round of their chugging battles.
"You sure you wanna loose again, princess?" JJ smirked as he refilled his cup.
Stella rolled her eyes as she handed him hers. "Call me princess one more time and you'll be missing a finger."
JJ laughed before filling it up. When he was done, he handed it back. "Fine, but if I win this, you owe me."
"Owe you what?" asked Stella, placing a hand on her hip.
JJ thought about it for a second. "A home cooked meal," he finally answered, snapping his fingers.
Stella quirked a brow. "We're seriously playing for a home cooked meal? J, none of us are good cooks."
"Fine," groaned JJ. "What would you like to play for, princess?"
Stella bit her lip and ran a hand through her brunette locks as she thought about it. She smiled, "Loser has to take the winner out for dinner."
"Better get to gettin', then, Routledge. Because I'm gonna order the whole damn menu." JJ smirked.
Stella rolled her eyes with a laugh. "In your dreams, Maybank."
JJ laughed again as he held up his drink. "You ready?" Stella wrapped her arm around his as she nodded.
"Okay, on three. 1... 2... 3... Drink!" he shouted, causing the two of them to tilt their heads back as they swallowed the toxic liquid.
When Stella felt herself nearing the end of her drink, she stepped closer to JJ, allowing herself to tilt her head further back and down the rest. Crushing the cup and slamming down on the crowd, Stella cheered. "Told you I'd kick your ass, princess."
JJ swallowed his drink as he wiped the excess with the back of his hand. "Damnit."
Stella pulled her lip in-between her teeth as she smiled. She poked his chest, "Looked like you owe me a nice dinner out on the town."
JJ threw his head back in a groan, "I hate you."
Stella laughed as he started to walk away. "No you don't!"
