Sold Out Of Love | Rafe Cameron & JJ MayBank

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

July 1st, 2021.
OuterBanks, North Carolina.

𓇼 𓇼 𓇼 𓇼 𓇼

The refreshing breeze from the northern shore had flown throughout the windows of the empty home. The windows creaked from underneath the seal, waiting to be opened. The scent of citrus had blown throughout the air while people had been placing furniture around the home. Moving men carried my packages into the second largest room in the home. Another man had carried the couches in from the moving truck, setting them in the den in the direction that it was asked to be in. The noise of boxes hitting the brown wooden floor that was made from oak had filled throughout the semi-empty home. It started to feel more at home with the recognizable furniture that had been laying around now. I smiled to myself, heading towards the bedroom down the hallway that would be known as mine.

Boxes with my handwriting had been laid on the floor, while my bed had been sat up already with the mattress inside of it. Another mover had sat one last box in the room and smiled at me. I had smiled a genuine smile back. Moving to another house in the Outer Banks was much more difficult than what most would think. Not only did my father have another business partner, but we would be living beside that business partner. It was much more difficult to acclimate to that environment after being on another side of town for the times that I had grown up. It taught me to be more appreciative and grateful for the things that I had, but even more sympathetic for those who didn't have anything. My father had grown up a pogue for most of his life until my grandfather had started his own business that skyrocketed in the Northern part of North Carolina. For most of his life, he had nothing. He grew up without a mother and was forced to work for himself in order to keep the house running as his father started up a business. My mother was a kook. Her father had made business relations with my dad's father, which led to my parents falling in love with another. My father eventually combined the two companies which made him wealthier than both of my grandfathers combined.

However, this wealth was not something that my father had ever bragged about. In fact, We lived on the south side of town for most of my life. I never attended a private school and didn't get things handed to me because I wanted it. I had to work for something that I wanted in order to prove that I was worthy of becoming someone. As I had turned sixteen, I had bought myself an old 1977 Ford Bronco with money that I had saved up from working at the golf courses. I was tipped heavily from the drunk workers which led me to be able to afford my own car, gas, and anything else that had been wanted. I didn't consider myself to be either Kook or Pogue. I didn't agree with something that was so unrealistic and didn't matter at the end of the day like most people had thought it did.

I was more than thankful that my dad had brought me up in the way that he had been brought up in.

My parents had bought the smallest house in figure eight. A house that was large enough for "get-to-gethers" with other business partners but also for my family and two dogs to live comfortably live in. My two golden retrievers, Jack and Indie — Indie had been around two years old. They were heavily trained by my little sister, Kaia, and I from the moment that they were puppies. They were from the same litter but had different types of personalities. Jack was an interesting dog. He had a bright personality, always running around with his tongue flopping out of his mouth. He was well trained but had a short attention span when it came to learning or behaving. Indie had been calm and collected. She was a sassy dog that had pushed her brother around but at the end of the day, just wanted to be beside him. She had an incredible behavior and would always push Jack into the right direction. Their fur was long and red colored, shining golden in the sunshine when it brushed against their coats.