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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Cicadas chirp in the background, the noise mixing with the sound of the crackling fire in between us. It feels peaceful right here, all of us around the fire waiting for news. A vast contrast from the rest of the night so far.
I'm surprised Kie isn't shivering in her silk dress the way I am. I have shorts on underneath my dress and John B threw me a shirt of his he left in the van. It's baggy and smells like weed, but I hold the material tightly to my goosebumps-ridden skin.
"Hey, guys," Pope speaks up, sitting down beside JJ while I sit with Kie and John B. "So, like, my Dad's already going to kill me so what's this mandatory meeting about?"
"Ditto. I'm practically homeless now," I agree, holding my knees to my chest as John B shoots me a confused look. He probably thinks all is well in Kook-land, maybe I should give him the PG-13 rundown of the truth.
"Might as well tell them, man, before we're gaffed," JJ comments, poking his stick into the ground. Kie leans forward, looking past me to where John B sits on my other side. I turn to him also, waiting for him to drop the suspense and tell us.
"You ready for this?"
"Have been for the last hour," I nod, ignoring his eye roll in response.
