You loved the ocean and all the water wildlife ever since you were a kid. Your family often moved from one place to the other, considering how much your parents had to travel for work. Eventually, though, they decided to settle down in the Outer Banks. Your dad quickly became friends with Ward Cameron which led to going on vacations with the Camerons, organizing events together and more of the stuff that rich families do. You were a Kook through and through.

However, you weren't the typical Kook. Sure, you liked partying, shopping, golfing and using your money for the stupidest shit possible. But you didn't do what the rest of Kooks did — beef with Pogues for no reason in particular except for the fact that they were poor. You found it ridiculous and pathetic, but hey — whatever tickles someone's pickle.

This often made your boyfriend question how did he even end up with you in the first place. Rafe? An unhinged psycho with drug addiction and anger issues. You? A stoned hippie nerd who would probably be able to talk to animals if you tried hard enough. It couldn't get more cliche than that.

However, for some unknown reason, you balanced each other out. Rafe was the first person you met after moving to the Outer Banks and you just stuck around him. Not that he minded — he found you pretty adorable, even though he would never admit anything aloud. Not even after the two of you got together. His ego wouldn't let him, but you knew him better.

"Come on, it's gonna be fun," you tried to convince your boyfriend to go watch turtles hatching. Of course, at first, he was reluctant, calling it some fuckin' hippie shit. But in the end, he gave in with a roll of his eyes.

"Shit, fine, fine. We'll go. Jeez, you're insufferbale," he huffed, pretending to be annoyed, when in reality he found it cute how excited you were getting over some turtles.