When Phoebe Crivari-Routledge and her mother, Charlize, hear word of Phoebe's father and her half brother's sole guardian being presumed dead at sea,
they drop everything in effort to care for John B and move back to the obx.
(cover by me)
(obx sea...
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The old movie playing on the screen sends fake gunshots ringing through the air. The sky has long turned dark, making me more comfortable from the lack of visibility from the boys behind us.
I take a handful of the popcorn I bought from one of the stalls, handing the bag to JJ who generously pours half the continents into her mouth.
"JJ," Pope whispers, tapping the boy in question's leg. JJ rather disgustingly forces himself to swallow his mouthful, turning to his friend, "Gotta take a piss,"
"Hold it," JJ replies sternly and coldly.
"I can't hold it. I drank too much soda," Pope pleads, my eyes drifting to the empty cans of Pepsi beside him.
"It's too exposed, they'll totally see us," JJ whispers back. I turn over my shoulder, noticing how the three Kooks sit blocking the way to the toilets.
Sighing, I turn back to the duo and nod to Pope, "Go find somewhere to take a leak, I'll distract him,"
Pope looks at me like a goddess, clamping his hands together in prayer as he whispers, "Thank you,"
JJ sighs tapping Pope as he gestures over to a tree near the screen, "Come on, I know where,"
Before they get up, I leave the group and walk over to where Rafe is seated, rubbing my sweaty palms on my jean shorts. He notices me almost instantly but pretends not to, rather, sipping on his drink and 'watching' the screen ahead.
