This story is all about Jiara! I'll be focusing mostly on JJ and Kiara's story, diving deeper into their connection and where things might go for them.
Just to clarify, these characters aren't mine, they belong to Outer Banks! But I'll be bringing i...
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Kiara hadn't even gotten to say goodbye to the Pogues. She knew that if she tried, her parents would probably do something extreme. And at only 14, she felt like she had no control over anything. Sitting in the backseat, her headphones on, she watched the roads pass by as they drove to the summer camp.
Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer played softly in her ears, and she whispered along to the lyrics, "Kiss me down by the broken tree house, swing me upon its hanging tire," gazing out the window.
Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up, and a big, polished sign read, "Kildare Summer Camp Country Club." She snorted, rolling her eyes. "Country club? This place is for rich people."
"Which you are," her dad, Mike, reminded her with a smirk. "This is where they host Midsummers, remember? Before, we had to get invited by the members, but now we're members ourselves. Isn't that exciting?" He tried to catch her eye in the rearview mirror.
"No." Kiara deadpanned as the car stopped. She pushed the door open and stepped out, taking in her surroundings. There were groups playing golf, others laughing and dancing, some practicing cooking techniques. "This is the kookiest place I've ever seen—not even the academy compares," she muttered.
"You'll be fine. Let's just get you checked in," her mom, Anna, said gently, guiding her toward the reception. "Remember, it's only for a week."
"Yeah, and then it's straight to the kook academy. What a thrill," Kiara replied with heavy sarcasm, pushing the door open.
Inside the reception, a woman named Charlie greeted them. Her name tag was clipped to her pristine blazer. "Hi, you must be Kiara," she said warmly. "My assistant will show you around while your parents finish up the paperwork."
Kiara sighed and nodded, bracing herself for whatever this so-called 'camp' had in store.
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Meanwhile, back at the château, the Pogues were sprawled out in the living room, trying to piece together what was going on.
"So, has anyone heard from Kie?" John B finally asked, breaking the silence.
Pope shook his head. "Her parents have been seriously strict with her lately, so maybe she's just not allowed to use her phone?"
JJ, pacing back and forth, was already dialing Kie's number for what seemed like the hundredth time. Each time, he was met with the same voicemail message, "This is Kie. Leave a message." He groaned in frustration and threw his phone onto the couch.
"You know calling her a thousand times isn't gonna change anything, right?" John B raised an eyebrow, trying to calm JJ down.
"It's just... weird," JJ mumbled, not meeting their eyes. "Yesterday, me and Kie almost... forget it." Grabbing his bag, he headed toward the door, clearly agitated.
