Summer had just started. Which means no more teachers, tests, or rules for the next 3 months. The plan for tonight…party has to be hard as you could with your best friends till you couldn’t stand anymore. You’ve been waiting for this night for months. You and Sarah Cameron, your best friend, had outfits picked out for weeks already hanging on your doors, preparing for THE kook party.

Being a kook was probably one of your favorite things ever, and you definitely took it for granted. Your parents owned a restaurant on Figure 8, and you’d occasionally help them with it whenever they needed you, and when you had nothing else to do. Tonight was the one night you said you couldn’t work. You lied and said you and Sarah would be having a sleepover at her house, and it was going to be super fun. Months in waiting, kind of a sleepover which wasn’t all a total lie. You would be sleeping at her house just wherever you ended up passing out at since her brother, Rafe Cameron, is the one throwing the party every single year.

But before you could lie and say you were gonna go pack for her house, which once again, not a total lie, you were gonna pack an overnight bag to throw in her room for tomorrow when you got there, but mainly needed to get ready for the party. They stopped you. That’s how you ended up on the cut doing deliveries for their restaurant because the person who normally does called in. It seemed like hours once you got to the last bag. You checked the receipt for it before putting the address in on your GPS. Once you got there, you parked and saw them…the Pogues. You hated Pogues, so being on the side of OBX only made not being at the party worse, but now seeing the 4 of them on the porch only made it worse.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You said before getting out of the car, grabbing the bag awkwardly, walking to them, and knocking on the screen door.