𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑺 /𝑗𝑗 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘

𝟎𝟎𝟐.

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𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑯
𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒，𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒．
𝟐:𝟐𝟖 — 𝟖:𝟐𝟖
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THE OUTER BANKS, paradise on earth. It's the sorta place where you either have two jobs or two houses.

Two tribes, one island. One of the tribes are the ones who live in Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. People who live there most likely from poncey-ass boarding schools. They are just rich trustafarian posers. And, our natural enemies.

The other tribe is ones who live on the south side, or the cut. Home of the working class who make a living busing tables, washing yachts, running charters. The natural habitat of the Pogues.

The Pogues, pogies, the throwaway fish; The lowest members of the food chain. But, at least we have our downside and upside like every other group. The downside of the Pogue life is that we're ignored and neglected. But the upside of the Pogues life? We're ignored and neglected, which means we do whatever we want whenever we want.

"Bree, get up!" Pope shouts at me as I'm sprawled across my bed, still clinging to my pillow.

"Why, sunny?" I groan.

"Because I made you breakfast, Bree." Pope yells, pulling away my sheets off my barely clothed figure.

Suddenly I feel two arms lift me off the bed. John B holding me by my back and back of my knees. "It's true, he made you breakfast, crazy." John B chuckles, causing me to let out an amused scoff.

I let out a groan as I run my fingers through my hair and grab one of JJ's t-shirts from a nearby chair. Tossing it over my head, I realize that I'm only wearing a black lace bra and a pair of matching black spandex shorts that emphasize my curves. I pull the baggy Chase Atlantic shirt over my body, allowing it to fall loosely around my frame.

I breathe in the sweet and warm scent of freshly-baked goodness that fills the air and reminds me of home. As I prepare to praise the smell, "It's smells amazing-"

I suddenly notice a female voice coming from JJ's room. His door is open, revealing him on top of a blonde girl, both smirking in delight before John B rushes over to close it. "Dude! Come on, man. Get outta here." JJ yells as he chucks an empty beer can at the door.

John B gives me an uncomfortable and forced smile as he slams the door shut.

Pope puts his hand on my shoulder and asks, "You alright?"

I clap my hands together and turn to face my pancakes, which are topped with maple syrup and butter and waiting for me on a nearby plate. "Okay!" I say, attempting to shift the mood, "how about those pancakes?"