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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Despite Linus practically being the host of this thing, the grounds seem full of people as we all walk in. Some of the Kooks in the crowd turn and clap, congratulating Ward and Linus on their achievements.
Sarah very quickly gets pulled away from me, Topper pulling her aside for a conversation. I decide to keep my distance from whatever argument is about to unfold, but close enough for her to rejoin me once it's over.
My mum grips my arm, leading me off with Linus to introduce me to other families at the party. Every other name lost in the midst of blah blah blah Gabi, blah blah blah, Robin and so on until I've shaken the hands of everyone in the area.
The second my Mum loosens her grip on me, I slip away from them and over towards Pope. He doesn't notice me, his apron proudly supporting his Dad's shop as he works on the catering for the party.
I smile in relief when I approach him, feeling a sense of comfort for someone not rich or stuck up to be here. "Hey, Pope,"
"Pheebs," He nods, smiling once he sees it's me and not some prick here to treat him like a servant, "You look nice,"
"Could say the same for you, the oyster juice really brings out your eyes," I tease, falling into line beside him as we stare out at the crown. A silence falls between us, my fingers tapping on my arm before he speaks.
