new romantics | obx

000. ( new romantics façade. )

NEW ROMANTICS

MAISIE DEVEREUX WAS BORN A POGUE. she was born on the cut to micheal and anna devereux. they lived in what was less of a house, and more of a shack, next to another family. the maybank's. the close proximity, and anna always offering to watch the maybank's kid, caused a friendship to bloom.

jj maybank and maisie devereux became partners in crime when they were still in diapers. terrorizing birds on the beach, destroying the house. as they got older, their terror got a little more extreme. when jj was 8 and maisie was 7, they had their first shoplifting spree. maisie was usually the designated distractor after their first time they shoplifted.

it was from a gas station. it was summer and blazing hot outside, however, they didn't have any water at either of their houses. so, they did what they did best.

caused mayhem.

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the two kids walked into the store. the clerk paid no attention to them, thinking that they couldn't really do anything bad.

maisie walked up to the counter with a flyer she'd found on the ground outside in hand. when she got to the counter, she smacked it down and gave the clerk her best smile.

"what's this?" he asked.

"uh..." she quickly read the flyer, not even knowing herself.

DONATE TO HELP REBUILD DESTROYED SHOP ON THE CUT.

easy enough.

"my family's shop got destroyed in the hurricane... we are raising money to.... fix it."

"what shop is it?"

"uh... one that got destroyed! we really need the money, and.. i was told to get the money."

"how old are you?"

"seven."

"alright.. how much do you need?"

maisie bit down a smirk, "how much do you have?"

"$57.43."

"perfect, that's how much we need!"

"to rebuild a whole shop?"

"it's a small shop!"

"alright.. well- hey! stop! where are you going with that?!"

maisie turned and saw jj pushing a literal shopping cart full of drinks and water out the door.

idiot.

"go, maisie, go!" he shouted. she ran towards him and the cart and hopped inside the cart, laughing as he started running, pushing the cart in front of him.

the clerk chased them for half an hour before finally giving up.

"what'd you get?" he asked upon seeing her balling her hand up around something.

"fifty-seven dollars and forty-three cents," she shrugged, as if that wasn't more money than either of them had ever seen in their life.

"where did you get that?"

"he donated it to help my family rebuild our shop," she told him, like it was obvious.

"your family doesn't have a shop."