Carson Keller used to think her biggest problem was their rivalry against the Kooks, but that was until buried secrets rose to the surface. Now her biggest problems included a dangerous treasure hunt and a hot-headed teenage boy.
✰ season 1-3 ✰
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THE OUTER BANKS had always been Carson's home. It was where she was born and raised. She didn't care that she lived on the cut either; she was proud to be a Pogue. Of course she sometimes found herself dreaming about what it would be like to have money, but everyone always wants what they don't have. But she wouldn't trade any money for her friends. They were the ones that made the Outer Banks home for her.
"That's what? A three-story fall to the deck?" Pope calculated as John B dangled off the edge of the roof, one foot up with a beer in his left hand. "I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival."
"Hm, should I do it?" John B called down.
"Do I get your van if you die?" Carson asked casually.
"You're the only one I would trust it with," he told her honestly.
"Okay, then I say jump," she joked.
"Yeah, you should jump. I'll shoot you on the way down," Pope added.
"Oh, yeah? You're gonna shoot me?"
"Yep. Pew," Pope said as he aimed the drill up towards him.
"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers," Kiara said in disbelief as she walked out of the half-constructed house. Carson laughed, taking a sip from her cheap beer that was slowly starting to turn warm, making it taste even worse than it already did. It was one of the most ridiculous things that Carson had heard, but she also couldn't say she was surprised.
"Of course. Why wouldn't they?" JJ pointed out. The Kooks had all the money in the world to just blow on stupid, pointless stuff like towel warmers. Though, Carson supposed if she had enough money she may install towel warmers in her house too. There was nothing worse than getting out of the shower on a cold winter day. A warm towel could easily fix that.
"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess?" Kiara said.
"I can't have cold towels," JJ said.
"Can you please not kill yourself?" Kiara called up as she realized how high up John B was. Carson and JJ looked up at him as they sat a bit further down on the scaffolding. This was a normal occurrence for them, especially during the summer. There wasn't much to do besides break into half-built houses and drink cheap beer. Any bit of excitement to keep them going.
"Don't spill that beer! I'm not giving you another one," JJ warned him. As if on cue, John B almost lost his balance, but his foot immediately found its way back onto the roof. Unfortunately though, his beer dropped from his hand.
"Whoa! Oh, shit," he said as he watched the metal can hit the deck and the beer spilled onto the wood.
"Of course you did, like right when I told you," JJ said.
"Smooth," Kiara mumbled. "Dumbass."
"A-plus," JJ said.
"Hey!" A man's voice screamed up at the teenagers that were trespassing onto the property. Carson leaned over the scaffolding to see a security guard shining his flashlight up at them.
