Lynnianna Keating.
That name to most means royalty. But to her it meant nothing. Lynni hated the way she was. Being a Kook was torture. Fancy parties, big houses. Not her forte. So, how does a Kook change the way her life is? She befriends a pogue...
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SIX. 𝐀 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 🌹
【 tw: strong language, smoking, mentions of guns, mentions of death 】
! OUTER BANKS ! (season 1, episode 2 & 3) part two
LYNNIANNA COULDN'T HELP BUT THINK that she had gotten herself into something that she would never be able to escape. She had known of these people for a few weeks and personally known them for like four days. She wanted to help them but almost dying twice in less than twenty-four hours was making her stomach turn. But a small part of her liked how much fun they were having together. That glimpse of what life could be like outside of the bubble wrap. In the back of her mind, she wondered what she'd be doing if she wasn't here. And that life sounded even more miserable.
They were in the van headed to some place John B thought could be a clue to finding his father. She sat to the left of Pope and JJ was across from her as they listened to John B. "I mean, it's obvious, right?" Pope dangled the compass from its chain, staring at it. "A family heirloom. What better place to hide a message? He had to know it was gonna get back to me, right?" Everybody felt like this was just his way of coping so, they didn't say much.
Kiara smiled at him. "Yeah. It's possible." She nodded even though she felt like he was being a little delusional.
Pope didn't hesitate to state his opinion. "It could also be possible that you're concocting wild theories to help, you know..." Lynni's head snapped over to him. She tried to give him a look that would hopefully tell him to shut up. He didn't take the hint.
"Pope?" John B looked at him through the rear view mirror.
"...deal with your sad feels." Pope finishes.
Lynni leaned back into her seat, crossing her arms. "Bro, you know how I process my sad feels. Dank nugs and the stickiest of ickies, that's how I do it." JJ looked at Lynni—who rolled her eyes at him—even though he was talking to John B.
"I don't think that's gonna help him." Lynni shook her head.
Lynni glanced at John B through the mirror and she saw his jaw clenching. "I'm not concocting, okay? My dad's trying to give me a message." And Lynni thought Rafe was stubborn.
"If it helps you believe John B." Kiara said sympathetically.
"Look, I-I don't need a therapy session, okay?" He looked back at Pope. "Look, I'm not trippin out."
