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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𝟎𝟐𝟑. 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞
cardigan ──── taylor swift
( sad but beautiful chapter . . . ) warning: descriptions of abuse & just a lot of sadness
☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
𝖨 𝖧𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖴𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖣𝖱𝖠𝖶．After the events of earlier, and not knowing where JJ is, I have this desperate urge to settle in my room for the evening with my sketchbook and pencil. Maybe I'll finish the JJ sketch. Maybe I'll draw something new. All I know is that I need to draw and now. I want to draw.
John B and Sarah headed back to the Cameron mansion, but I wanted to stay at the Chateau for the evening. I promised I'd meet him by the docks in the morning for the big fishing trip with Ward Cameron even though I so don't want to go. I won't bail on John B, I'm not cruel.
Anyway, I'm at the Chateau with Kiara and Pope. Pope has been thinking of a way to sell the gold once we retrieve it from the well. We don't want to be ripped off again because that just caused a whole spiral of problems, so now our boy genius is coming up with an efficient plan.
So far, the plan is to have John B and JJ in the well, removing the gold while Pope stays up top, passing it off to me, Sarah and Kiara who will be transporting it. I'm only half listening to his rambling as I'm so set on being in my bed, tucked away from every trouble with my sketchbook. That is my idea of a perfect night.
I'm walking down the side of the Chateau, ahead of Pope and Kiara who talk behind me. I'm so distracted that I almost miss the fluorescent lights turning on. I come to a stop, Kiara and Pope stop talking, and we just stare at the lit Chateau. All I see are vibrant, neon colours── pink, purple, blue, green. You name it, it's decorating the outside my home.
This is what I imagine the inside of my head to look like── colourful and out of control.
I find my feet again, and I move forward, following the pathway of obnoxious colours until I reach──
I come to another crashing stop because this scene before me is the last thing I would've expected to see tonight... or ever, for that matter. There's a hot tub in my garden. Yes, that's right, there's a fucking hot tub in my garden. Oh, and who's sat in it? Well, of course it's JJ. I thought the lights were too extravagant already, but this is unlike anything I've ever seen before.
