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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𝟎𝟏𝟐. 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐧
fight for this love ──── cheryl
☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
𝖪𝖨𝖠𝖱𝖠 𝖮𝖥𝖥𝖤𝖱𝖲 𝖴𝖲 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖤𝖲𝖳 𝖣𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭．She drags us to an outdoor cinema. The boys don't seem too excited, but they need a distraction── we all do. John B hasn't called yet, so I won't lie and say I'm not worried. He said he'd call, so all kinds of scenarios are running through my head as he hasn't called yet.
If DCS caught up with him, I'd know, right?
"I'm so glad that they're still doing this," Kiara says, moving us through the crowd of people to find a primal spot. "Keep calm. Carry on. Back to the OBX life. You know? Aren't you glad I made you come?"
We place down our deckchairs alongside the cooler Kiara brought.
"My couch was pretty comfy, I'll be honest."
Kiara steps away, leaving us to get some more drinks.
"We're out of the green zone, guys." Pope whispers as we haven't told Kiara about the situation. Pope begged us not to tell her or John B, and we didn't.
"Dude, tranquilo, okay?"
"We're in the middle of Kooklandia. This is the last place I want to be." While a distraction is nice, Kiara did bring us to the centre of Figure Eight where we are absolutely not welcome.
"Shut up, Pope." Pope throws himself down onto the chair.
Kiara comes back, and she hands off a Diet Coke to me. "Just saw Rafe." Our eyes widen, surprised that he's here and that he'd speak to Kiara. "He said, and I quote, "Tellyour boy that we know what he did". What is that?"
Pope looks to JJ for guidance. "Where is he?"
"Right there."
Pope turns around in his chair, and the movement is anything but swift. He makes it painfully obvious that he's looking at Rafe, Topper, and their friend, Kelce. "Great, the whole death squad." JJ smacks the back of his head, forcing him to face the right way.
