BOOK 1 [with seasons 1 & 2]
Aurora "Rory" Routledge is not just your average Outer Banks teen-she's John B's twin sister and the perfect partner-in-crime for summer adventures. Alongside their tight-knit group of best friends-JJ, Pope, and Kie-the R...
Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away And the other watches him close from that wire He says he wants to as well But he is a liar
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Two birds on a wire (oh-oh-oh) One says, "C'mon" and the other says, "I'm tired"The sky is overcast and I'm sorry (oh-oh-oh)One more or one lessNobody's worried I'll believe it all There's nothing I won't understand
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Two birds of a feather Say that they're always gonna stay together But one's never going to let go of that wire (oh-oh-oh) He says that he will But he's just a liar
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['two birds on a wire' song is just so sad and so fitting. sorry if it triggered the waterfalls. and also this song is for a specific scene, so cue the music when this '**' symbol shows up. ]
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Rory~
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The moment Pope disappeared from sight, JJ and I wasted no time. The celebration was short-lived—a fleeting burst of joy before reality came crashing back down. The cross was tantalizingly close, our dream practically brushing against our fingertips, and there was no way we were about to let it slip away.
I spotted a heavy coil of rope nearby and snatched it up, the coarse fibers scratching against my palms. "Here, let's tie it up," I said, breathless but determined, tossing one end toward JJ.
He caught it with the precision of someone who'd spent his whole life throwing lines off boats. Without missing a beat, he started crisscrossing the rope around the center of the cross, his hands moving with practiced ease. The muscles in his arms flexed as he worked, the veins standing out like roadmaps of effort. Watching him, I couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration.
Who knew a gold cross heist could look so...rugged?
"Here," JJ said, tossing me another rope. "Tie it at the base, princess," He instructed and I jumped in to help, looping it around the base of the cross while he finished securing the top.
Just as we tightened the final knot, the hook from the crane descended toward us like some mechanical savior. I grabbed the end of the rope, securing it to the hook with trembling hands, my adrenaline making everything feel a little sharper and brighter.
JJ worked beside me, his movements sure and steady. He snapped the lock into place, gave the hook a firm tug, and then shouted upward, "Take her up, Pope!"
The crane jerked into motion, the ropes pulling taut with a suddenness that made my heart skip. The cross shuddered before it began to lift, its massive frame swinging precariously. As it rose, JJ grabbed the end of the rope to steady it, but the cross still swayed like a pendulum.
