Stella Carter was somewhat the Hannah Montana of the Outerbanks, she had the best of both worlds. Although, without the good relationships with the Kooks.
When the Summer she was promised to have a good time the whole time, became a task to survive...
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05. KEGGER ༉‧₊˚✧ --- 𝙰𝙲𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴, 𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 ❝ cause you and i, we were born to die. ❞
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𝓢TELLA had ended up borrowing an outfit from Kiara and hoping for the best her parents would somehow fix their problems. The two girls had arrived a little later than some others, of course the factor of Kiara trying to fix Stella's mood had caused them to arrive late. "Did you know clownfish can actually change their gender?" Stella told Pope, giving him a short hug.
Some thought it was odd that the girl would either greet the boy with a random fact, or he'd share her a scientific one, but it was their thing and nobody questioned it. "Duh, Stella that was an amateur fact— even JJ would've known it," Pope responded as she scoffed.
"Know what?" The boy raised his brows, looking between the two whilst both Pope and Stella laughed slightly. Ignoring the people that complained in line, JJ had poured a drink for Stella and handed it to her. ("Thank you,") She smiled to him. "My pleasure, Clark," He responded before going back to helping John B.
As time progressed the group had found themselves doing their own things, aka flirting with tourists that only stayed for one to two weeks tops. "And right there's the prettiest Pogue I know!" A voice shouted out, causing both Stella and the boy she was talking to to turn around.
The brunette frowned her brows and let out a breathe, "I'll be back," She gave a small tone to the boy who nodded and slowly walked away. Swallowing the rest of her drink before making her way to the blonde boy who was already slowly walking towards her.
"To what did I deserve the pleasure of being in the same vicinity as you?" He grinned tipsily whilst Stella scoffed and automatically placed her hands on each side of his head, twisting it side to side as she shook her head.
"Are you high?" She slowly became annoyed and disappointed. If she wasn't tipsy and didn't feel guilty, she wouldn't consider talking to Rafe. But despite her loss of friendship with his sister, she wouldn't lie to admit she still cared about him...like a friend loved a friend.
"Are you?" He chuckled hysterically as she knitted her brows together and finally crossed her arms over the other. "C'mon Stell, how else do you expect me to get you to talk to me?" He added with a small tone of deject.
Stella only opened her mouth to say something then shut it, "Rafe," She began. ("You won't even answer my —") He spoke over her. "Rafe. Rafe — shut up! Just shut up!" She yelled when he only continued to speak over her. "Don't do this," She sighed.
