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CHAPTER TWO ( aggie's a real asshole )
"RORY, WAKE UP."
Aurora could hear voices, one eager and one calm, begin to try and wake her. She knew exactly where she was and who the whispers belonged to. She was on the pull out sofa at the Chateau; it's where she woke up most mornings. The familiar scent of sheets that were long over due for a good wash and the way her constantly sore neck ached from the lousy mattress reminded her of this.
The voices belonged to none other than JJ Maybank and John B Routledge, of course. The two boys were basically her brothers- though JJ remained in a constant state of meaningless flirtation with her. Pope and Kiara were part of their big, happy, dysfunctional family of misfits, but unlike JJ and Aurora, they still returned home at the end of the day. Those two, instead, would always retreat to their version of home; Big John's trusty fish shack that sat on the marsh. The three had been the first members of what was eventually named "The Pogues" and through thick and thin, none of them had ever let each other down. They were tight-knit; the three stooges of the OBX.
Aurora didn't bother to even mumble a response. Her head was buried contently into the fluffy pillow with no intention of dragging herself away from her blissful slumber just to face the damage she knew hurricane Agatha had undoubtedly done.
"Staying true to your roots, Sleeping Beauty." John B grinned in a wacky tone; one he liked to use often.
"She might be sleeping but she ain't no beauty." JJ scoffed, scratching behind his ear as he looked at the girl; her arm slung over her face, her hair in a matted mess, and her mouth hung unattractively open as drool trickled down her cheeks.
"I can fucking hear you, ya know." she decided to finally pipe up, her voice hoarse as she smacked her dry lips, slowly removing her arm from her face.
"Oh so you're just choosing to ignore us. How kind of you."
She begrudgingly allowed her eyelids to flutter open, their toned figures standing over her as her eyes adjusted to all the natural light the Chateau's living room received in the morning.
JJ kicked the bottom of the futon with his clunky boot, shaking the whole thing. "Get up. We have shit to do."
Aurora let out a long groan before forcing herself up onto her elbows, then eventually sitting up all the way as she wiped the drool from her face. "What shit?" she yawned, stretching out her arms and arching her back as she slowly began to come to.
