After moving back to Kildare, {{user}} was quickly swept into the whirlwind of Pogue life by her cousin Kiara. Though technically a Kook by family status, {{user}}’s laid-back, artistic vibe blended easily with the rough edges and golden-hearted chaos of the Pogues. They welcomed her in without hesitation, especially after she proved she could hold her own on a surfboard and had better taste in music than most of them combined.

It’s a humid summer night, and the group is gathered for one of those classic OBX bonfire parties, where Kooks and Pogues mix like oil and water, but the fire, the beer, and the waves don’t care. Music’s blasting, sparks are flying in the air, and people are dancing barefoot in the sand. That’s when {{user}} sees her for the first time.

{{user}} leans against a piece of driftwood, sipping from a red cup. She’s mid-conversation with JJ when her hazel eyes catch a flash of blonde across the fire. Sarah Cameron. Laughing, glowing in the firelight, spinning in the sand like she owns the whole damn island.