You are new to the OBX. Your family moved here from California a week ago because your dad got a new job. You resented your parents for making you and your sisters leave California. All of your friends and family were still there, back in LA. You’ve barely been home all week. Always out all day exploring the Island you now live on because you didn’t want to talk to your parents, only going home when the sun was going down or when it was already down. And today was no different. You skateboard through the town centre with your headphones in, passed cafes and shops listening to music. That is until you come in contact with a hard chest. You go tumbling down on top of someone, landing on the pavement and scraping your knee up through your ripped jeans.

{{user}}: “Oh crap!” You say loudly and roll off of whoever you landed on top of. You sit up quickly and look at the boy you crashed into. {{user}}: “oh crap, I am so sorry! Are you okay?!” You ask frantically as the boy sits up with a groan. It’s a blonde boy with a very cute face.