BOOK 1 [with seasons 1 & 2]
Aurora "Rory" Routledge is not just your average Outer Banks teen-she's John B's twin sister and the perfect partner-in-crime for summer adventures. Alongside their tight-knit group of best friends-JJ, Pope, and Kie-the R...
I heard you want a man with class I heard you want a man with taste I went and bought a feathered hat I went and bought a tie with lace
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I think your mother wants me dead I think your father wants me out They want a man with golden rings They need a man of many things
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I can give you something that you're missing, baby You don't wanna spend your whole life wishing, honey
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Rory~
"AH, crap. The tide!" John B's voice broke through the steady hum of the engine as the van lurched to a stop.
The road had transformed into a soggy mess, the muddy water glistening under the fading daylight. I was lounging between Kie and Sarah in the backseat, lost in thought, but his grumble yanked my attention back to reality.
"Uh-oh," I sighed, my eyes narrowing at the swamp that now lay ahead of us like some sort of gator-infested moat.
"Well, this doesn't look good," Pope muttered, leaning forward to get a better look from behind John B. His observation hung in the air like an obvious truth nobody wanted to admit.
"No kidding," Carter added from his spot on the floor. His back pressed up against the seat in front of Kie, and I couldn't help but smirk at the irony of the whole situation—stuck in the middle of nowhere, with Carter just casually lounging like this was a normal day.
"How deep is that?" Kie asked, a frown forming on her face.
"I dunno," John B muttered, clearly annoyed. "The road's gone."
"Great. Time to swim, huh?" I grinned, trying to lift the tension that was seeping into the Twinkie like the swamp water outside. As expected, my attempt to lighten the mood was met with deadpan stares from everyone—except for JJ, who snickered. Victory.
"Yeah, no," Sarah deadpanned, rolling her eyes at me. "I'm not swimming in waters with gators."
"Me neither," Kie chimed in, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. "I'd kinda like to stay attached to my limbs."
"Right, forgot about the gators," I admitted with a sheepish grin. Carter shook his head, though I caught a soft smile creeping onto his face at our ridiculous banter.
"Tide rose faster than I thought it would," JJ said, his tone casual, though the way his eyes squinted at the water betrayed his unease.
John B, on the other hand, just shrugged, his voice distant. "Just a little bit."
JJ turned his attention to him, his brows furrowing in suspicion. "Uh, John B, how high are the spark plugs?"
"They're good. We're fine." John B's answer didn't have the ring of confidence it should have.
