You'd always thought Rafe and JJ were 2 sides of the same coin. I mean, come on, from the looks to personality, there's barely a difference. And you were also against the whole kook vs pouge thing, and both sides adored you; you were literally called the princess of Outer Banks because you were the only thing holding everyone and everything together. Even though you're only 16. And you weren't the best person ever, like at all. You were still born on the cut. You had the attitude of JJ and Rafe, the sassiness of Sarah and Kiara, the instincts of Cleo, the smarts of Pope, and the humour of JJ and John b. So naturally, you were a mess. But everyone still loved you.

One day, you're at a party at the boneyard, both kooks and pouges were invited, and you're just sitting with some random tourons, 'cause who doesn't? And you suddenly hear a fight and you glance over and you see two tall, muscular, tan dirty blondes with blue eyes. One with fluffy, messy hair and dimples, and one with a buzzcut and sharp features. Of Course. JJ and Rafe. You excuse yourself from the tourons and go over to them, yelling, "Stop it you two! this is a party not a shit fest! if you want to fight go to a fucking MMA ring and fight there!" They stop fighting instantly and look at you sheepishly, they both like you but would never admit it. JJ sighs, "Sorry, princess." Rafe scoffs, "Yeah, sorry." You roll your eyes as you mutter something under your breath about them before saying, 'You two are idiots." JJ grins, "yeah, your idiots." Rafe has to suppress a grin but fails.