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"Anytime, Saigey boy."

Saige lounged across the front of the boat, soaking in the sunlight of the perfect summer day. She closed her eyes, wishing she could just stay in this peaceful state forever. However, her peace was quickly interrupted by one of her best friends, John B, "Shit."

The blonde sat up on her elbows and looked over at her friends. Pope's eyes went wide, "He's gonna hit us. Move, JJ!" Confused, Saige turned her head to where all of her friends were looking. 

"Saige, do something." Kiara, or Kie, said to the girl with annoyance clear in her voice. 

"He won't do it. Topper's a pussy." Saige says, watching as her twin brother's boat speeds towards her and her friends. 

Topper gets as close as he can to the small boat, HMS Pogue. "What did I say about hanging out with dirty Pogues, Saige?" the boy calls out to his twin. Topper and Saige are two very different Kooks. Topper likes to think that everyone below him is nothing more than scum while Saige firmly believes that the only scum around is her brother. 

Saige doesn't respond, she just flips off her brother with a smile as he continues by. "Told you he wouldn't hit us." Saige says as she lies back down. 

"Sometimes I find it hard to believe that you two come from the same family." Pope says, handing the girl a beer. Saige accepts the beer, agreeing completely with his statement. 

Topper and Saige Thornton are one of the richest families in the Outer Banks. Topper spends his time with people of his status in Figure Eight, hanging out with his preppy friends. Saige is welcomed and even popular among the Kooks, but she prefers hanging out with a group of Pogues. At first she wasn't accepted among those from the Cut, but after they realized that she was down for a good time and was the first to call out her brother on his bullshit they welcomed her with open arms. 

Plus, some of the guys liked having Saige hang out in their part of town. She was one of the most attractive girls on the island and it was well known that she wasn't scared to party. 

Saige sat up as she felt rain drops coming down on her, "Storms coming."

JJ hollered as they headed back to John B's place. Saige walked through the wet grass and inside the run down home. After John B's dad was lost at sea nine month ago, the teens basically lived at the Château full time. Which meant that it wasn't always the cleanest. 

Saige wrapped her arms around Kie, "I better get going before my mother kills me. I'm supposed to attend dinner with the Smith's on this lovely evening." Saige says in British accent. She hated the thought of having to attend some stuck up dinner. 

"No way are you walking home in this weather. John B will take you home, right?" Kie says in a threatening tone, making Saige laugh. 

John B lies on the couch, "Tanks empty."

Saige sticks her tongue out at the boy, "It's fine, I'll walk. See you bitches tomorrow." Saige starts to head out the door, but Kie grabs her. 

"No, you will not walk. JJ can take you home on his bike. Right, JJ?" Kie says, causing Saige to groan. The last thing she wants to do is spend alone time with her ex boyfriend. 

JJ looks over from the kitchen where he is making a very questionable sandwich. "What's going on?"

"Kie is forcing you to take Saige home." Pope says with a grin. JJ frowns and spits out the moldy bread. 

He grabs onto one of Saige's belt loops on her jean shorts, tugging her out the door. "Let's go, Saigey boy." JJ says, using his old nickname for her. The blonde girl sends a glare in Kie's direction. 

Saige climbs onto the back of JJ's dirt bike, wrapped her hands around him. "Please try and not kill us." She remembers all the times JJ nearly broke all their bones with his dangerous driving. It once got to the point where Saige refused to go anywhere with him if it meant getting on the bike.

JJ grins back at her, "No promises." 

The ride is long and quiet. Saige spends the ride trying to focus on how she will murder Kie instead of how she can feel JJ's muscles. The break up is still fresh as it happened only one month ago. The two have remained friends, despite how badly the relationship of five months ended. Both have chosen to completely ignore the fact that they were even in a relationship, never even speaking about what happened that day. 

Saige climbs off the bike, "Thanks."  

JJ nods, "Anytime, Saigey boy."

Saige smiles before hurrying inside, not wanting to spend more time alone with him. She closes the door and presses a hand over her mouth to stop the tears from coming. Saige will never admit it, but she misses the blonde boy more than anything in the world. She became dependent on him and used to his constant being around. It was difficult for Saige to depend on anyone. 

After she collects herself, she takes a quick look around the open downstairs to find that no one is home except for a couple of the staff. One of the maids informs Saige that her parents made a change of plans and won't be home for a couple of days. Saige nods, feeling numb because of how used to she is to her parents abandoning her for days in a row. 

"What are you making?" Topper asks as he arrives home several hours after Saige. He makes his way into the kitchen and looks inside the pot on the stove top. 

"Ramen noodles, my personal favorite." Saige says, flicking him in the side of the head. 

Topper frowns, "Why can't you ever make real food. I'm tired of ramen."

Saige empties the pot into two bowls, "Well, you can always stop bitching and learn to turn the stove on. Or you can tell mom to stop scaring off all the chefs, the last one only lasted three days. No comment? Then shut up and eat."

Topper frowns and eats his noodles. The twins sometimes get along when no one is around, most likely because this is the only family interaction they get the majority of the time. The Thornton parents could never be described as present. Saige sometimes wonders if they forget they have children. 




a/n: 

i'm really excited for this story! this chapter is a little short, but the next one will be better. 



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