post season one!
Life is simple.
Or, rather, it's supposed to be. But it's not that simple when it comes to living in the Outer Banks. I, Cecilia Shoupe, found that out the hard way.
People are born, and then they die.
That's it, really.
You want to make something of yourself? You want to escape the place you grew up in? Good luck. Because it can't happen. No matter how hard you try, something will always stop you. Whether that's the family you can't bear to leave, the boyfriend that makes it impossible to go, or the death of a friend . . .
You just can't do it.
And, so you're stuck. You're stuck in the same old place, with the same old people, doing the same old thing.
Except, you can't do the same old thing, because that's why you needed to leave. New York was my escape route. And I've ruined it. I've completely and utterly ruined it.
But that's my life. I ruin things. It's what I've always done. Not because I want to, no, but because that's what my father already thinks.
So, I do it.
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ANGEL; outerbanks.
Fanfic❝︎ that's Cecilia. or, CeCe. she's got one foot in both worlds - friends with kooks, friends with pogues. the worst part is that her dad's a cop, but she's not like him. rock music and parties and underage drinking - that's CeCe. ❞︎ outer banks fic...
