Louis Michael Caswell-Brooks. The new boy on the block. Moving all the way from France to the Outer Banks he tries to fit in all while dealing with the grief caused back at home. Along the way he meets a group of teens who enjoy breaking rules, and...
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⚠ Drug Use As the van drives through a private dirt road Louis has his eyes glued to the window, watching as every tree, every bird and every wave moved. Sure Louis and Leo have been in Outer Banks for a few weeks but Louis never really had the opportunity to actually take in all of its beauty and what is has. From the grieving process of his mother and Valentin, to getting situated into a new life, then finding out about his mother's murderer he never really went out of the house, never really soaked in how beautiful Outer Banks really was. When he was out, it was usually dark, usually only the moon light shining down. The few times he was out during the day, his mind was always keeping him distracted from what was around him. This was a whole new experience for Louis and he absolutely loved it.
Soon the van went to a stop, John B getting out and JJ turning the car off. John B helps open the door for Louis and Louis jumps out, holding his back pack to his chest. He does a slow 360, taking in everything around him. The old, run down home with way to many couches on its porch, the shack that sits no too far away from the house, a chickens coop, then the dock where a body of water and grass connect.
"Woah." Louis mumbles, turning again and again, finding something new with each turn. Like the broken tire swing, or the boat that sits on the grass.
"You like it? It's not much but it's still-"
"-home?" Louis interrupts John B with a small smile on his face.
John B nods and walks towards the front door of the house. JJ pats his back as an encouragement to follow, so he does.
Once JJ and Louis enter the house after John B, Louis' smile widens even more. He liked seeing it messy, he liked seeing how John B didn't have a perfect house with a perfect life. He enjoyed how others lives were messy, his life is messy from drugs and grief, John B's is messy from the lack of cleaning and supervision from the looks.
"I like it. c'est très gentil."
(Its very nice.)
"I have no idea what you just said but from the smile on your face I will take it as a compliment." John B says, chuckling at the fact he had no clue or idea what Louis could of just said about his home.
JJ watches Louis from the corner of his eyes. He can tell that Louis seems tired, more tired than a usual person would seem at only 3 in the afternoon. JJ can also tell that something seems troubling to the French boy as each time he has smiled, the smile never reached his eyes. The twiddling of his fingers with his shirt, bag and ring also didn't help his case. Louis wasn't doing okay, and JJ could easily tell.
"Hurricanes. I've never... well I've never experienced one. Are they scary?" Louis asks, tugging at his shirt again, a nervous habit.
"Eh. Depends. You should be fine." John B says, shrugging his shoulders.
"John B is an ass, sorry for his lack of emotion. Hurricanes aren't bad, yeah they damage a few things here and there but you'll be okay." JJ tried to reassure, giving John B a glare when Louis wasn't looking.
