Summer again. It only meant one thing, you were going to the Outer Banks for a fifth year in a row. Every single summer since your parents had a success in their vacation planning business, they bought a house in the coast in Figure 8 for you and your older brother.

The envy of your friends, but a torture for you. You spent almost everyday of your eternal summer in your house going once or twice for a swim in the ocean in front of your room.

One day on one of your walks you met a girl, exact same situation as you… Sarah Cameron, who offered you and your family to go to a party she and her family did every year called The mid summers.

“First time in the Outer Banks?” The blond waiter placed a glass of a pink drink in the small table in front of you as you watched the ocean with a sense of growing boredom.

The pogue’s name, JJ. Friends with the pogue Sarah was into something with John B. Of course Sarah had the time to tell you all the story behind the division the island while you picked a dress from her fancy closet. Last pick, a pink backless dress and a crown of white roses.