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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FOURTEEN. 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 ⚔️
【 tw: strong language, underage smoking, bodies of water, mentions of murder, underaged drinking 】
! OUTER BANKS ! (season 1, episode 6) part two
JJ DIDN'T WAIT FOR LYNNI TO FOLLOW—HE stepped beside her instead, shoulder brushing hers as they started to walk together through the tangled weeds. It wasn't a coincidence. He stayed close, always just enough that she'd feel it.
"You sure you're good?" JJ asked again after a few quiet steps.
Lynni gave him a look, lips twitching into a barely-there smile. "I just thought I was gonna get murdered, but yeah, Peachy."
JJ chuckled, and for a moment, the horror of the place didn't seem so heavy. The sun shone brighter, the day seemed cooler, and Lynni could hear the chatter of their friends in the distance, faint and similar.
As they crested a small bank beside the house, the small door came into view—tiny like a crawl space, bathed in sunlight. And with it, the promise of something bigger.
Treasure. Mystery. And maybe, just maybe...something more between herself and JJ.
As John B led the way into the basement, Lynni pulled her phone out, using it as a flashlight. JJ was the lady one in, and he began to sing his own rendition of 'The itsy-bitsy spider' which freaked Pope out. "Down came Mrs. Crain and cut off all our heads, up came the sun and dried up all the blood."
"Can you stop!" Pope whisper shouted as he shone his flashlight in JJ's face, blinding the boy for a second.
"Seriously, J. It's not funny." Lynni said, poking her head around Pope to look at the blonde in the back of the line.
Lynni stepped down from a wooden platform landing next to Kiara, shining her light across the room. There was old chairs and other furniture, wooden cribs, vintage toys, pictures frames with no pictures. And so much more. But the biggest thing that got to Lynni wasn't the smell of mildew or the fact that they were under a murderer's house anymore. It was the spider webs. Everywhere. She cleared her throat and pointed to the top of the basement.
"Uh—hehe." She chuckled nervously. "Uh—guys. I uh—I don't do spiders." Lynni informed, her chest getting tighter by the second as her hands started to shake and get clammy.
