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...
You're a pond and I'm an ocean Oh, all my emotions
Feel like explosions when you are around And I've found a way to kill the sounds, oh
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Oh, baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you I need you here to stay
I broke all my bones that day I found you Crying at the lake
Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden? Oh, and if I could take it all back I swear that I would pull you from the tide
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Rory~
THE yacht club's polished wooden doors loomed in front of me, but my eyes were glued to them for one reason only—JJ was behind them with his father. The seconds felt like hours as I sat in Kie's car, fidgeting restlessly.
My nails dug into the hem of my white cropped top, twisting a loose thread as if it could somehow unravel the knot of worry tightening in my chest. My other hand instinctively clutched the necklace at my collarbone, seeking some kind of comfort.
I knew him too well. JJ wasn't just dealing with this; he was breaking. I could feel it like a cold wind pressing against my skin. The thought of him pushing everyone away, of him pushing me away, made my heart sink.
I knew that look he'd have—the same one he gets when he's trying to be strong, pretending he doesn't need anyone. But I needed him to let me in, to let me be there for him.
I couldn't help but worry about everything else too. Our friends were out there on Goat Island, stuck in that damn swamp with the Twinkie, probably up to their knees in gator-infested water by now.
I could almost hear Pope's voice telling us the van wouldn't make it through, and sure enough, the tide had come in faster than we'd expected. The thought of them being out there—Sarah, John B, Pope, Carter—while I was here, useless, made me feel sick. My mind kept spiralling, imagining the worst.
What if a gator had shown up? What if they needed me? What if something went wrong and I wasn't there?
My lips were sore from gnawing at them, and finally, I couldn't hold back anymore. I turned to Kie, my voice a little too shaky.
"God, I hate waiting," I muttered, biting at my lip deeper. I couldn't take it anymore. "Kie, do you mind if I—"
She cut me off before I could finish, her voice warm, knowing. "Go. He needs you, Ro."
I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "I love you," I grinned, leaning over to kiss her cheek in gratitude.
"Love you too, now go," she laughed softly, shaking her head, one hand lazily draped over the steering wheel.
