❝Oh, Oakley. . . What have you done?❞
Well, they say it's best to start at the beginning, but when the story gets so twisted and out of hand, who really knows where the beginning starts?
The Outer Banks is not the paradise Earth talks about. It's n...
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OAKLEY HAS NEVER HATED CAR DRIVES more than she does right now. Packing up six people in a five seat truck is unsafe as it is, but letting an epinephrine-high teenager drive that truck? That's just begging to be killed. Oakley does not remember why or how Pope ended up behind the wheel, but as she sits on the floor behind the driver's seat, with a hand behind her head so that it doesn't keep banging against the door, all she can think about is how she wishes she would've been a better person in life. She really, really doesn't wanna die before apologizing for a whole lotta things.
"Uh, Pope, you're driving pretty fast." Sarah leans forward, looking at the bushes fly by at an inhuman speed out the window.
"Whooooo!" Pope howls, not even acknowledging how the people in the car are not matching his energy. There's a small bump and Oakley's head slams against the door again.
JJ looks from her to the front, skeptically looking at the road, "Pope, last to judge, but I think you should slow down just a little."
"That would definitely delay our arrival to the cross. We gotta get there." Pope replies as John B places his hand between the door and Oak's head, watching her rub it with her face scrunched in pain.
"Why did we let him drive again?" Kie looks at Pope, eyes wide.
Oakley slams her hands down onto her lap, "I've been saying that!" John B takes his hand off to say something, but then the car bounces again and there goes her head, "Ow, shit!"
"It's because I said I'd rip your ears off." "He said he'd rip our ears off." Pope replies in sync with Sarah.
The car erupts in small argument, but Oakley is preoccupied shifting in her spot, trying to find a more comfortable position. Or perhaps just one that doesn't give her consecutive concussions.
"How you feeling, bud?" John B asks Pope once the small banter ceases.
"Uh, fantastic. I don't know what JJ's cousin gave me, but I am moving!" He gestures his hand out towards the road, that's blurred with how fast he's going.
"We couldn't tell." Kie sarcastically replies, holding onto the door.
"Okay, well, um, you're going reeeeal fast right now—"
Pope suddenly swivels around on his seat, one hand distractedly on the wheel, "Yeah, really fast!"
Oakley's eyes widen when the car manically swerves from side to side, everyone screaming out to him to look at the road, her body slamming against John B's leg and the front seat. She blindly reaches out a hand and slaps Pope's face forward, finally stabilizing the truck.
"I don't know if you noticed, but there's these giant oak trees all along the road right now. They're like six inches off the road—"
Everyone keeps screaming, louder and louder when Pope swerves the car to the left trying to pass another car in front of them. Oakley can barely see what's in front of them from her spot under the window, but she can quite clearly see the spectacle of headlights and hear the screeching of tires merge with the loud bellows of her friends. Her hands fly up to her face to cover it, ignoring everything everyone's saying and making up a prayer she makes sure to recite out loud.
