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𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐃 peacefully on the pullout in John B's living room which she shared with Kiara. Rays of sunlight poured into the room, shining directly into her closed eyes. The woman on the TV talked passionately about an incoming storm like it was the end of the world. And for Anna it sort of was. Storm meant no surfing.

The girl leaned back and tried to drown out the woman's voice. A delicate smell of fried eggs and bacon filled Anna's nostrils and a smile inhabited her face, knowing that Pope was about to feed them over salted eggs and burned bacon. Like any usual morning.

But the smile on her face was quickly wiped off as she felt someone throw a shirt at her face, with a suffocating stench of sweat and oil. The girl swiftly snatched it off her and flew into a sitting position.

"Good morning, princess." JJ grinned.

"Fuck you," Anna muttered. "This shit reeks! This yours? Do you ever shower?" She said before throwing the shirt back at JJ.

"Look at you. Always such a sunshine in the mornings." JJ said, picking up his top.

"I would be if it wasn't for you." Annabelle sighed as she crawled out of bed before dragging herself over to the kitchen where Pope panicked over his burned bacon. She walked over to the stove and picked up a piece of bacon from a plate before walking out the back door. She could already feel the wind coming and for a moment she considered staying at the chateau. But she knew that her sister was always anxious during storms. Plus, it had been a while since she was home. She looked out over the water as she snacked on her burnt piece of bacon.

"Anna! Breakfast!" Kiara called out.

Annabelle walked back inside the house where everyone now had gathered in the living room. Pope paced back and forth between the kitchen and the living room as he served the other's breakfast. Kiara was munching on some sort of overnight oats that looked more like a gray watery substance. John B sat leaned over the table, still not fully awake as JJ spoke eagerly with him- still shirtless.

Annabelle walked over to Pope and assisted him by grabbing one of the plates. He shot her a grateful smile as he wiped some sweat from his forehead. Annabelle shot the plates over the table letting them stop in front of the boys.

"Eat up," She said before grabbing a plate for herself.

"I'm telling you, man, it's the perfect time," JJ told John B who didn't seem to be paying much attention.

"Yeah, if you're suicidal," Kiara added.

"What are you guys talking about?" Annabelle asked with her mouth full of beacon.

"Bells, you gotta be with me on this one," JJ began as he turned to face the girl. "The storm tonight is the perfect opportunity to go surfing."

JJ was always on some suicide mission. He had been ever since he was a child. It was everything from climbing the tallest tree to fitting forty marshmallows in his mouth to surfing during a hurricane. And for some reason Annabelle always found herself doing it with him.

"I'd be down," Annabelle said making JJ smile victoriously. "But I think I'm going home tonight." The girl's words instantly wiped the grin off the blonde's face.

"You're kidding," He sighed.

"Sorry, I need to check on Dad plus Tess hates storms so I thought I'd spend the night with her," Annabelle explained to the boy who had sunken deep into his chair caused by the fact that his partner in crime was gonna miss out on the best waves of the century.

"I'm heading to work," Pope grabbed his stuff before heading for the door.

"Wait up! I'll drive you." John B stood up, shooting the plate of untouched breakfast away from him before hurrying over to Pope, grabbing his keys as he did. "Got that social worker meeting thing." He informed the group.

"Bye!" Annabelle shouted from the dinner table earring smiles from the boys.

"I should be heading out too. Dad's gonna freak if I don't come home in time for this midsommar dress try-on thingy." Kiara rolled her eyes. She was always forced to do some rich folks' events. Most of the time she didn't show up but since she had missed the last five times she had no choice. Even though she was a kook she still hung out with the other pouges. Her parents didn't approve and no amount of ass kissing would help. Trust me, Annabelle had tried. In their heads, she was still labeled as the troubled girl with the sudicial mom and alcoholic dad.

"See you tomorrow?" Annabelle asked with a smile as the Carrera girl stood up.

"Probably busy polishing my silver spoons or trying on new pearls." Kiara grimaced as she dramactily threw her hands around like a princess making the two other teens laugh. "Why are rich people so boring."

"Because beneath all that money and glam they're just hollow and boring people who worked all their lives for a bottle of expensive wine to drink with other hollow and boring rich folks," Annabelle mumbled. Kiara nodded in agreement as she washed her plate before turning to the door.

"Call me later, Anna," She said as she threw her vans on her feet."Love you lots. Bye!"

"Bye, Kie!" JJ and Annabelle shouted in union before Kiara shut the door behind her.

Annabelle looked at her phone and was met with three messages from Tess.

"Are u gonna be home 2night?"

"I've bought a gallon of ice cream and I'll eat it by myself if you don't get your ass over here."

"Bring Kie."

Annabelle clicked on the message and began to type: "omw. don't you dare touch that ice cream without me?"

Tessa and Annabelle barely spend any time at home. Tessa was almost always at a friend's house and Annabelle didn't leave the chateau unless absolutely necessary. Tessa would stay at the chateau too from time to time. Despite the smell of sweaty teenage boy and food that had been left out from the day before she loved it. It was their home.

"You need a ride home, Bells?" JJ asked making the girl look up from her phone.

"Yes, please."

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JJ got on the bike as Annabelle locked the front door. No one had any interest in robbing them seeing as no one in the cut had anything of value. Still, Annabelle always found herself locking the doors like it had become a habit.

Annabelle jumped onto the bike behind JJ who looked back at her with a slight smile. "You ready?"

"Always." She returned his smile and the boy started driving. She wrapped her arms around the boy's stomach and clung on hard, moving her body closer to his as he speeded down the roads. They flew past the houses that stretched by the side of the roads with people preparing for the storm.

Annabelle's hair blew in the wind and she smiled. Ever since JJ got his first bike the two had been going on endless and aimless rides together. They've been driving away from the cops together and crashed together -  multiple times.

Two years ago, JJ saved up money for the whole summer to get Annabelle her own bike for her birthday. It was the best gift she had ever gotten. Now, the black and pink bike rusted in Annabelle's garage. How it ended up there is another story. Let's just say that JJ tried to do a trick on it that included a beer and a rope and driving 100 miles per hour, which didn't end so well.

But it ended up for the better since Annabelle really enjoyed driving with JJ more than driving her own. She took a deep breath and rested her head against the boy's back as she let her eyelids fall over her sight.

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JJ dropped Annabelle off at her house. He offered to walk her inside but Annabelle hated the idea of JJ seeing what her current living situation looked like. She knew that out of all the pouges JJ was the one who understood her the best. His father wasn't very different from Annabelle's but at least the girl had a sibling. JJ had no one. Still, she was ashamed. Instead, she just hugged him goodbye before heading inside. She noticed him staying for a few moments outside which he always did. Almost to make sure her father wasn't gonna lose it the second she stepped inside. It was a habit for the boy.

Annabelle stepped inside and was met by a stank of alcohol so strong it almost made her eyes water. She peeked into the living room to see her father, knocked out in his chair like he always did. The girl sighed as she threw her clothes off before heading to the kitchen - Pope's burned bacon wasn't enough breakfast.

Tessa sat on one of the four plastic chairs around the dinner table with her earphones on her ears. Annabelle could hear the Smith's songs from where she was standing. Tessa didn't notice her at first as she was deeply focused on painting her toenails. She had placed her left foot on one of the chairs in front of her as she leaned over it, letting the nail polish brush cover her nails in a bright red color.

Annabelle walked over to her sister and covered her eyes with her hands as she pulled the earphones out of the younger girl's ear before whispering in it. "Guess who."

Tessa's head spun around and the bright smile on her face revealed the new braces that trailed over her teeth. "Anna!" She hugged her sister. She squeezed her small body tightly. She chuckled against her shoulder and Annabelle placed a quick kiss on the top of her head.

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Night had fallen over Outerbanks and Annabelle laid in the pile of pillows that were scattered on the floor with a blanket over her and Tessa who had fallen asleep to the movie they were watching. An empty bucket of ice cream was placed next to them along with some Coca-Cola cans. The two were forced to move the TV to Tessa's room so as to not wake their father up. Even if the house was on fire no one was allowed to wake him up from his naps. He'd go furious if they made any sounds which forced the two girls to tiptoe around the house at all times.

Annabelle was swapping between the channels. Out of boredom the girl picked up her phone and read the messages on the display.

Kiara:

"Been at this shit for 4 hours now."

"I'll kms w my silver spoons."

Annabelle chuckled at the message before scrolling to the next.

John B:

*Send a photo*

The girl clicked on the photo to see a selfie with JJ, John B, and Pope at the beach. The waves in the background stretched high and the rain was pouring down on them. Still, the three boys smiled and put their thumbs up with their surfboards under their arms.

"Jealous much?"

The text wrote.

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A/N
I have a hate love relationship w this chapter but anyhow here it is
thank u all for the amount of reads already!
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