"i've got my book, my sunglasses, and my mango smoothie. i don't need any lost gold."
india de loughrey comes from old money, her family being one of the richest in the outer banks. she comes from comfortable living, wealth and easy handouts.
she h...
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INDIA
— INDIA ROLLED ONTO HER STOMACH drowsily, drunk on sun rays. she sat up slightlyto take a sip from her mango smoothie, then laid back down on her towel again, resting her head on her arms.
india's mother affectionately called her a 'beach bum', because of her addiction to the beach. if she wasn't at rafe's, then you could find her sprawled on the beach, lounging peacefully like a cat, or surfing the crystal waves. she was always finding sand in her hair, under her nails, in her belly button. her mum liked to joke that she had been a goddess of the sea in a past life, or a mermaid.
so here she was, asleep under her umbrella, her usual afternoon activities. she had nowhere to be, no one expecting her anywhere: exactly as she liked it. over the years of her being a beach bum, she'd found the perfect spot to spend her days- right next to the cliffs tucked out of the way, where shells were common and people were not. most people preferred the centre of the beach, where the waves swelled and the sun shone without any cover.
india would also choose to spend her sun sessions alone. her best friends, boyfriend and family knew this, and knew not to interfere- god help anyone who did. she could spend entire afternoons in her spot, reading, tanning, surfing, swimming, sleeping, shell-hunting: happy as a clam.
so when she was awakened by the sounds of rowdy teenagers on the cliffs above, she wasn't happy.
with an angry huff, she sat up and moved out of the cool shade of her beach umbrella to look up at the intruders. they were on top of the cliffs and the sun was right behind them, so all she could see was their silhouettes, but she could make out four figures: one girl and three boys, all about her age. probably fucking pogues, she thought to herself. one boy was splashing around in the water, and she quickly realised they were cliff-diving. fucking perfect.
the boy bobbing in the water had sandy blonde hair and his smiley demeanour reminded her of a golden retriever. "whoo!" he yelled in exhilaration. india rolled her eyes. amateur.
a boy and the girl jumped off together, both yelling as they went down and then crashed into the surf, almost on top of the blonde boy. when they came up, she could see the boy had brown hair and a scrap of scarf around his neck, and the girl had tanned skin, dark brown hair and a familiar face. the other boy on top of the cliff was psyching himself up, and then he took a running start and jumped off the edge while yelling. india thought the extra noise was entirely unnecessary.
