𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞.
outer banks universe.
❀ | S U N S H I N E °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
─── if she was the sun, he'd stay outside
forever
❝ 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘚𝘜𝘕𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘌, 𝘐 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋𝘕'𝘛
𝘎𝘌𝘛 𝘌𝘕𝘖𝘜𝘎𝘏 ❞
Brooklyn Routledge, twin sister to John B...
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𝟎𝟎𝟕. 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 & 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝
wings ──── birdy
☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪𝖨𝖤 𝖨𝖲 𝖠 𝖭𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤 𝖬𝖸 𝖣𝖠𝖣 𝖦𝖨𝖥𝖳𝖤𝖣 𝖬𝖤 𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖭 𝖨 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖠 𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖫𝖣．John B was Bird, and I was Brookie. You can laugh all you want, but I always loved the nickname Dad called me because he was the only one who ever called me that. John B gifted me the nickname of B, and Dad always called me Brookie── it's sweet, okay?
When I saw our nicknames scribbled down on a FedEx package, I swear my heart stopped for a beat. This must be from my father was my first thought because, as you know, he's the only one who ever called us Bird and Brookie.
We're back at the Chateau, and the package is sitting on the table, staring up at me and John B, waiting for us to open the damn thing.
JJ is making a sandwich── loudly, might I add. Pope is putting new pants on after he lost his as we were escaping the graveyard── don't ask. Kiara is the only one who is sitting at the table with us, waiting patiently for us to just rip the package open and see what Dad left us.
"That bread had mold on it three days ago," Pope says as he walks back into the room, now wearing pants.
JJ ignores him, continuing to butter the splotchy-green bread── I wish I was joking. "I'll just pull off the bad parts. Plus, mold is good for you. It's just natural organism." Yeah, whatever.
John B picks up the package, ready to open it, and I find that he's much braver than I. I do not want to open it as I'm afraid of what we'll find. I'm really, really afraid.
"JJ!" He comes rushing into the room, holding his mouldy, buttered sandwich.
"Let's do it."
John B pulls the tab off the package, sticking it to the table. I hear JJ gag behind me, and something of a smile touches my lips because, even though Pope told him about the mold, he still ate the damn bread. Classic JJ, honestly.
He spits the bread into his hand, disregarding it as Pope steps up behind me, leaning in close as John B begins to pull out the contents of the package.
