𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨
( john b x oc )
( rafe x oc)
AU and doesn't follow plot of show at all
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the storm had turned into a hurricane and after a weeks days it had finally died down
but the effect of it still had the outer banks left in a rare stillness. the sky was filled with dark clouds still, and puddles from last night's downpour took over the streets
azariah walked up the cameron driveway, her boots splashing against the wet gravel. her fingernervously adjusted her green rain jacket and shifted the bag on her shoulder
it was filled with snacks she promised wheezie
wheezie had been eager to hang out ever since the storm passed. the youngest cameron texted the barlowe girl first thing that morning
she asked if she could come over; said that rose and ward were going to leave to check on the properties rose was planning to sell
azariah had no reason to say no. spending time with wheezie was easy, even fun. plus tannyhill was always a nice change from her mother's cozier but much simpler home
when she knocked wheezie opened the door almost immediately, dressed in her signature mismatched socks and a black glasses
she lept in for a hug from the teen "you made it!" wheezie said grinning
"of course! i'd never leave you to fend for yourself in this biggg, scary house."
she made a gesture with her hands and began tickling the young girl. wheezie laughed the usher azariah inside. "rose is still fussing over storm damage, but they're leaving soon. we're gonna have the place to ourselves for hours."
they made their way to the living room, where cushions and blankets were still sprawled from the storm
smells of damp wood lingered in the air, but the space still exuded its usual elegance
"want to help me clean this mess up?" wheezie asked flopping onto the couch
azariah raised an eyebrow. "help you? Looks like I'll be doing all the work." she laughed and pushed the girl playfully
wheezie grinned sheepishly. "i'm supervising."
with a smile, azariah grabbed a pile of blankets and began folding. the two of them worked together to clean everything up, chatting about wheezie's favorite youtubers to azariah's latest ballet rehearsal
an hour later wheezie went upstairs so azariah headed to the kitchen for water
she placed a glass under the faucet, but as she lifted it to her lips, a tremor shot through her hand
instantly the glass slipped and shattered on the tiled floor with a deafening crash
"damn it," azariah closed her eyes and muttered, crouching down to pick up the shards
her fingers trembled as she tried to gather the larger pieces, frustration bubbling in her chest
for some reason she just couldn't get her hands to cooperate with the rest of her body and she just couldn't relax
