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"They're a bunch of fancy people. They've got like three governors in their family. They've run Charleston for, like, 300 years.", Kie stated firmly.
"Damn, they must really love politics.", I sighed.
"These Kooks are like, next level Kooks. They make our Kooks look like Pogues.", my newly wedded husband stated as we pulled up to the house.
"Are you sure this is the place, Pope?", I asked our driver.
"Yeah, pretty sure.", he replied.
"Alright.", JJ said as he opened the door, allowing Kie and I to get out of the truck, "Fat City, that's for sure.", he deadpanned as we all got off the truck.
"Twenty-seven King Street.", Pope said.
"Aw, well ain't that cute? They got their own version of home security.", I chuckled as I pointed to the spikes on their gate.
"Are those spikes to keep people out?", JJ asked curiously.
"No.", Kie replied.
"The slave quarters are over there.", Pope continued, "these spikes were to keep people in.", he finished answering the question.
Following his lead, we all walked to the front porch of the house. Pope grabbed the metal knocker and hit it against the door, announcing our presence to the owners.
"You think that was too much?", he asked me insecurely.
"I think that they know we're here, considering how it echoed around the whole damn house. That's for sure, man. No way that they didn't hear it.", I rambled assuringly.
"Hey, maybe nobody's home.", my best friend argued.
Pope rang the knocker against the door again, only for a man in his late 30s to open the door mid-swing.
"You must be Pope.", the man said as he leaned against the doorframe, pointing at our friend.
"Um...are you Mr. Limbrey?", our friend asked nervously.
"Ms. Limbrey was expecting you yesterday.", the man scoffed.
"Oh, I'm...I'm sorry. My car broke down on the way up here.", Pope answered bluntly.
"Carburetor blew up in the middle of Nowheresville. Sorry, about that.", my lover continued.
"But, at least he's here now.", I finished for them.
"Yeah, she was, uh, real upset when you didn't show up.", the older man replied.
For someone who was desperate about reaching out and getting answers from our friend, she sure as hell forgot to leave a phone number on the invitation.
"We tried to call, but there's no number on the invitation.", Kie responded, "we got here as fast as we could."
"She also expected you to come alone.", the man replied sternly.
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Boy Wonder
Fanfiction[a JJ Maybanks x f!reader fanfic] [outer banks] [contains swearing, violence, angst and more] (NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME, THEY BELONG TO THE WRITERS OF OUTER BANKS AND NETFLIX.) (Story will surround seasons 1-2)
