(S3/S4) the one where john b's twin joins the treasure hunt and falls for her best friend
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PART 2 OF THE BRIZO SERIES.
THIS STORY CONTAINES MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT, AS WELL AS SPOILERS FROM THE TV SHOW. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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OUTER BANKS
JJ x...
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The sun is slowly sinking beyond the horizon in The Cut, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink. The gentle breeze wafts through the open window, making the sheer curtains dance playfullyt with the wind. Outside, the marsh comes alive with warm hues, reminding me of quiet evenings from nearly four years ago, when our lives felt simpler and our world seemed to be bathed in tranquility.
Through the doorway, I spot John B perched atop the roof of the shop at the far end of the dock. He's been up there for quite some time, shifting his balance from one leg to the other with a casual grace, a cold beer in hand. A grin creeps onto my face as I watch him, getting myself up from the couch and walking outside to join him letting the warm air envelop me. The soft sound of the marsh reeds rustling beneath the evening sky accompanies my footsteps as I make my way to the end of the dock. I lean against the railing, the wood cool against my skin, and gaze up at my brother, who seems lost in thought, his silhouette framed by the fading light.
"A penny for your thoughts?" I say, catching his attention.
John B's mouth curves into a smile. He takes a sip out of his beer, and then reaches in his pocket. He pulls out the biggest nugget of gold we were able to bring with ourselves. He holds it up to the fading sunlight, letting it glimmer like the tiny treasure it is, before gesturing with it toward me.
"I'm thinking about how many things have changed."
I purse my lips, gazing out at the horizon as a wave of memories of my father washes over me. It's been a challenging week, to say the least, each day dragging its weight across my shoulders. I take a deep breath, clearing my throat, and make a conscious effort to push the heaviness aside. Slowly, I force a smile, trying to embrace the warmth of the moment, even as my heart feels heavy with unspoken thoughts.
"Alright, enough of this sappy attitude. Come down, Cleo is in charge of dinner." My eyebrow raises as I cock my head to the side, signaling to the house.
John B grimaces, and asks, "Oh, God, Bee... Is it her gumbo, again?"
"Ah, you'll have to wait and see!"
"I'm taking that as a yes..."
You may be wondering what's become of us after all this time. The adventurous Pogues... What are they up to now? Surely can't be just having family dinners and eating Cleo's infamous gumbo. I'm sure you're thinking there's got to be more to our story, more twists and turns in this wild journey we call our lives. Well, you're damn right. But before I tell you all about that... I need you to accompany me on a trip down memory lane.
