❝Oh, Oakley. . . What have you done?❞
Well, they say it's best to start at the beginning, but when the story gets so twisted and out of hand, who really knows where the beginning starts?
The Outer Banks is not the paradise Earth talks about. It's n...
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OAKLEY COULDN'T CLOSE HER WIDE EYES for the entirety of the night. She had tossed, turned, smoked about four cigarettes and even made herself some tea, but nothing worked to help rest her pounding head and relax her tense bones. JJ had hit the pillow and immediately became a body of snores and dribbling saliva, while the girl had been condemned to the bed because of his arms around her waist and his head on the crook of her neck. Maybe it'd been the nap they'd taken, but sleep had completely washed away from her body and left her staring up at the ceiling thinking about possibly every thought that exists in the world.
It's currently eleven in the morning, and the girl is just now beginning to feel the consequences of her prolonged awakening. She's just now gotten comfortable against JJ's chest, and her mind is slowly starting to grow delusional due to the sleep that reaches back for her in the most inopportune moment. But when JJ starts shifting awake, she realizes that her opportunity to snooze is long gone and tackling the day is approaching with the risen sun.
She feels her eyes open a bit wider when JJ releases a long breath and stretches his body, looking down at her, "Morning," he mumbles, voice hoarse.
Oakley sweetly tilts her head at him, pushing herself onto her stomach and up on her elbows to get a better look of his ruffled hair and puffy eyes, "Morning,"
Caressing the hair that has fallen on her shoulder, JJ smiles and yawns, "You look hot,"
Oakley chuckles, "Can you not think about sexual attraction first thing in the morning?" She rolls her eyes, rubbing circles on his bare chest.
"You're my girlfriend and you want me to do that? You're mad, lady," he shakes his head and she ruffles his hair, finally sitting up and running a hand through her tangled hair.
"I need to take a shower. I can feel salt fall into my eyes from all the seawater accumulated in my hair," she grimaces, brushing a hand through a strand of her locks and dusting salt onto the bed before shivering in disgust.
"A girl and the ocean," JJ mutters and she sighs, standing up from the bed and opening the door to find Pope and Kie sitting in the kitchen.
"Morning, bald heads," she greets, making them chuckle in a bit of confusion.
"Okay, that's an odd attempt at insulting us," Pope says as he opens a new cardboard of milk, making Oakley make a loud and weird noise to stop him.
"Ah, nope. I'd check the expiration date on that one," she warns, stealing a spoonful of Kie's cereal bowl.
Pope turns the milk and his eyes widen, mouth falling open and gaze looking up at the girls in pure disbelief.
"March of 2015?! Big John wasn't even MIA when this shit went bad," he gapes at it, quickly throwing it into the packed trash can and making a disgusted noise.
