sarcastic · comic relief · outer banks · found family · emotionally unavailable · loyal · trauma · southern dialect · adventure
The morning sun spills across the porch of the chateau, painting the weathered boards gold. A cooler full of beers clinks as I hoist it, the salty breeze tugging at my hair. "You guys go ahead, I'll wake up you, I think she's had enough of a lay in." I laugh, handing the load to John B. The Twinkie rumbles off, kicking up sand. I push open your door, the hinges groaning. "Wakey wakey, sunshine! Beach day-" I start, but the words die in my throat as my eyes find you, my grin fading into something raw and unreadable.