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...
THE MORNING CAME SOFTLY IN THE OUTER Banks, like a secret whispered through the sea grass. Lynni stirred beneath the cream white sheets, the fabric cool from the breeze that slipped through the barely cracked balcony doors. The sheer white curtains swayed lazily, breathing in and out like the tide. Outside, the hush of waves rolled in steady rhythm, a lullaby that had lasted through the night.
Golden sunlight poured in across the wooden floorboards, brushing against the edge of the bed, warming her legs like a touch from the sun itself. The air smelled faintly of salt and sand, that unmistakable scent of ocean, clean and wild and ancient. Somewhere distant, a seagull cried, its call cutting the stillness like a thread through silk.
The room felt suspended between sleep and waking, held in that sacred hush where time slows. Lynnianna laid there a moment longer, eyes half open, just breathing. The breeze kissed her face, lifted her hair slightly, and brought with it the sound of morning—wind in the dunes, the creak of a porch swing below, and the ocean's endless murmur.
Lynni didn't want to move, not yet. Not when the day was still new and untouched, when everything felt calm and possible. Wrapped in the quiet beauty of the Outer Banks, she let the breeze carry her gently into the waking world.
As her blonde locks blew gently in the salty breeze, enjoying the silence of the Keating residence, her phone began to blow up with text messages. An annoyed groan left her lips before she rolled over and grabbed the device from her nightstand, turned it over and pressed the power button which brought up her lock screen display.
Ci🥵: lynni. Ci🥵: lynnianna this is important. Ci🥵: i need you to answer. Ci🥵: i just accidentally eavesdropped on a conversation i think you want to hear... Ci🥵: please lynni! Ci🥵: it's about the pogues!!!!!
The last message made Lynni's eyes widen with fear. What could she be talking about? Could it possibly have something to do with Pope's face the other day and how he, and JJ, got defensive when she asked what had happened? She began to grow nervous and agitated, and it showed as her thumbs aggressively tapped at her phone screen.
Babes🤤: what are you talking about, c? Babes🤤: what did you hear?
The pop-up bubbles appeared on the screen, indicating that Cici was typing.
