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โฃ ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ
"๐๐ญ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต, ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ช ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐๐ช๐น, ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข ๐๐ช๐น๐ช๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ธ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ด. ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ถ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ๐ด, ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ท๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐จ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ถ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณโ๐๐ณ๐ถ๐ญ๐บ, ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐บ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ.
โข ๐๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฏ ๐ ๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฆ
"I'm taking everything out of your closet and burning it if you kill yourself."
Nixie Hawthorne grinned, gazing upwards at John B Routledge as he attempted to maintain his footing on the rooftop. The girl, who had black hair, was wearing an orange-toned crop top with a random design emblazoned on the front, denim shorts, black Converse sneakers, and a red bandana wrapped around her ponytail.
"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?" Pope Heyward queried, gazing up at the curly-haired boy and emitted a slight chuckle. "I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival."
John B moistened his finger with saliva and held it up, mimicking the actions of a meteorologist, while contemplating the weather. "Should I do it?"
"If you do, I hope you take the lesson to heart in the afterlife" Nixie said, observing him while leaning against the rail. Why should she care when it wasn't her life at stake?
"Yeah, jump." Pope pointed the nail gun mockingly at him and said. "I'll shoot you on the way down."
"Can you jump already? I don't have all day and I have to get to my nail appointment soon." She stated, holding her already-broken nails up to her face for inspection.
"Please allow me to accompany you, princess. We can get matching nails." From his perch atop the roof, JJ Maybank remarked, rolling her eyes and giving him the finger.
"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers." When Nixie turned to observe the girl with the frizzy hair leave the house, she was grumbling about the kook house's layout as usual.
"Of course...Why wouldn't they?" JJ remarked as he peered down at her.
"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess?" Kiara Carrera muttered, and Nixie gave her a pitying glance as she knows how much Kiara loves Turtles.
"I can't have cold towels."
"Can you please not kill yourself?" Looking up at John B., who appeared to still be attempting to balance himself on the roof, Kiara questioned.
"Come on Kie, I'm really looking forward to burning his clothes if he does." Nixie murmured, the brunette gave her a glance, and she simply shrugged
"Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one." JJ cautioned him, but Nixie knew the boy would surely give him another one, so she didn't really grasp the threat.
The instant he uttered it, John B became arrogant. He returned to balancing on one leg, faltered slightly, and dropped the can of beer. "Of course you did."
"Smooth."Kiara made a comment while wearing a smug expression on her face.
"A-plus." Pope stated.
"Dickhead," Nixie remarked while applauding him sarcastically.
"Hey, uh, security's here." Pope announced, finally putting down the nail gun. "Let's wrap it up."
"The good times are about to start." Nixie laughs as she observes the security personnel approaching the residence.
"Boys are early today." John B remarked as he began to descend the roof.
"Humpty Dumpty, let's roll" Announcing, JJ descended from the roof. "Gary, is that you?"
"Let's go boys!"
"Is it time?" Pope inquired, knowing that if they didn't hurry, they would be into serious problems once again.
"You're asking for it." Kiara observed, looking over at the blonde boy as they all gathered at the entryway.
When they heard the guard call out JJ's name, they all started giggling. They dashed through the house, where security guards awaited them at the bottom of the stairs.
"Get 'em! They're comin' your way!"
Nixie knew that if she got discovered, she'd be in a lot of trouble, but she didn't care since she was having too much fun.
They continued to run, and Nixie vaulted over the fence, skidding onto her knees, aware that she had grazed them slightly. She struggled to get up, only for Pope to assist her. She grinned at him.
"Thanks Pope."
JJ brushed past them, causing them to continue running. The car's horn and the yells of security personnel made her blood rush.
After reaching the van at last, Nixie leant her back against it and examined her knees, which were covered in blood, mud, and grass. "Well, that needs to be fixed before my mother sees it. Fuck."
As Kiara sat next to JJ, he started making fun of the security guy. Pope reached out and pulled out a first aid kit for the girl. He tenderly wiped the mud and grass from her knee. "I'll punch you if you pour alcohol on it." Says she.
"Nix, calm down. I'm just going to put a bandage on it." Before putting the kit away, he said and applied a bandage to both of her knees.
As John B drove across the bridge and returned to her home in the inner town of Outer Banks, Nixie peered out the window.
"Returning to reality"
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Author's notes
Surprise, Nixie is actually with the Pogues and not the kooks. I wanted it to actually be Sarah the one she had a ruined friendship with not Kiara. Nixie is a bit rough around the edges but we will get there in the future to see her softness. I also wanted to include an introduction for Nixie from John B just like in the show.
Shout out to my favourite people.norasnetflix RuffieRoseStories arsvenal kiesluverr KleeAlise11 andorss
Well that's all from me. I hope to see you in the next update
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