𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞.
outer banks universe.
BROOKLYN ROUTLEDGE, twin sister
to John B Routledge, is thrusted into a
whirlwind of an adventure when her father goes missing at sea. Brooklyn and John B rope
their closest friends into their adventure,
...
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𝟎𝟑𝟓. 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡
partners in crime ──── finneas
☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
𝖨 𝖮𝖭𝖫𝖸 𝖧𝖠𝖣 𝖠 𝖥𝖤𝖶 𝖧𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖲 𝖮𝖥 𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖤𝖯 𝖡𝖤𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖤 𝖨 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖱𝖴𝖣𝖤𝖫𝖸 𝖠𝖶𝖮𝖪𝖤𝖭 𝖡𝖸 𝖪𝖨𝖠𝖱𝖠．She'd come by the Chateau to act as my alarm as I had forgot to set one. I forgot to set an alarm for school as I was a little distracted last night with, you know, JJbeing JJ. After being pulled and yanked and tugged at for ten minutes, Kiara and Pope finally pulled me out of my bed and into the car.
We're now at the lovely place we call school, sat in a boring ass history class. Not only am I sat in this history class, I'm doing a test for a class that I've failed to attend for months prior, so these questions are so fucking confusing.
I hate tests.
The only thing that stops me from falling asleep at my desk is the faint knock that echoes throughout the room. The door is pushed open, and somebody peers their head in to ask, "Mr. Sunn, can I borrow Pope for a minute?"
We each look up, confused why this guy needs to see Pope── our Pope. Huh.
"We're in the middle of a test." Oh, screw the test, let him go.
"I'm from the Vanderhorst Foundation."
Mr. Sunn sighs, and he looks over to Pope who seems to one of the only people actually invested in this test. "Mr. Heyward, it's for you." Pope rises from his chair instantly, and he leaves without even glancing back at us.
But for the entire time that he's gone, I question what he and that random man from the Vanderhorst Foundation could be talking about. He's gone for at least three minutes, not one, which doesn't please Mr. Sunn in the slightest, but Pope steps back into the room with an envelope in hand.
He sits down at his desk, and he turns to face us with the envelope held up to us. We find a wheat symbol to be pressed on to the back of the paper. "Is that the wheat symbol?"
"Yeah," he whispers back.
"What the f── fu... fu..." We peer over at him along with the teacher who doesn't like that he's talking in the middle of a test. "...fudge?" He clamps his mouth shut, glancing at me as I suppress a laugh, needing to refocus on this test that I really don't want to do.
