EDEN and John B. had always been together.

Ever since that fateful bracelet was bought in elementary school, the two had been inseparable.  

They were always partners for assignments—unless JJ was in the class, which was only sometimes given the Maybank missed school weekly—had weekly sleepovers at the Chateau, (Isla would never let John Booker Routledge and his dirty converse on her polished floors) and practically went everywhere together; surfing, fishing, to the movies.

When John B. needed advice on girls, a shoulder to cry on when days without his dad got tough, a study buddy, or just a mother to remind him of important tasks, Eden Bexley was there.  And when Eden needed someone to calm her anxiety down, advice on what color bracelet she should make,  a place to stay, or just someone she could rant too, John Booker Routledge was there.

Simply, if you didn't see them together for more than a day, something was wrong—or maybe John B. ate the last of Eden's Baby Goldfish.

John B. was more family to Eden than her own mother and father were, and the Bexley was practically a sister to the Routledge. They'd been through thick and thin—break-ups and break downs—together, and while Eden knew things would change as they grew up, as the Pogues slowly but ultimately turned into nothing but a childhood clan they'd always have that bond.

John B. and Eden would always be John B. and Eden—at one another's side whenever they were called.

Sure, John B. and JJ were like brothers too, and Eden saw the Pogues as her true home but no one could replace what the Routledge and Bexley meant to one another.  John B. and Eden had a bond that no one else had—that they didn't share with anyone else in the OBX.

Which is why it didn't feel right for Eden to have to say goodbye to her friend in mere minutes.

After leaving Rafe coughing on the floor, Barry long gone—Eden doesn't really care where he ran off too and doubts it's the cops—the four Pogues traveled to a small dock with The Phantom where John B. would be able to drive off without being caught, (or at least get a silent head start).

John B. hadn't shown up yet, giving Eden even more time to plan out how she's going to say goodbye to her best friend for the next two months—that was the plan; John B. crosses the border to Mexico and takes refuge there, the Pogues coming to find him in around two months, giving them enough time to clear his name so he isn't thrown straight into jail when he returns home—but it's hard to find the right words.

Sure, some may say she's being dramatic for her friend being gone for only two months but to Eden....this was almost like saying goodbye forever. She'd seen the boy every day for more than a decade and now he was leaving the country for two months—or even more, depending on if this plan blows up in the Pogues' face.  Who said they were actually going to get to Mexico in months time and this wasn't just the group hoping for the best outcome.

In simple words, this is bound to be hard for Eden.

"Dude, where is he?" Kiara exclaims from the board walk, eyeing around the spot where her friend was supposed to join them.  Police sirens echoed in the distance, which gave Eden hope that they hadn't found him, and that John B. was merely running late.

Pope replied from beside the boat, "Give him a second. He'll be here."

"He's coming." JJ reassured, taking a cover off the steering wheel of the boat, "He'll be fine."

Eden sighs, "John B. is always late, this is honestly expected."

As she speaks, the Bexley realizes the cop siren doesn't sound too distant—they actually sound rather close.  Her eyes narrow as she faces forward to see the flashing lights of a Kildare Country Sheriff's cruiser coming straight towards them.

Well, shit.

Now, of course it was never good to have a cop cruiser coming in your direction—especially when the Pogues were known for their reckless actions—but it didn't help that Eden, Kie, Pope and JJ happened to be friends with John B.  All boats and docks were supposedly closed, and given their close bond with the wanted boy, Eden knew they looked suspicious as fuck.  She also knew Shoupe wouldn't put up with their lies.

"Yo, guys, we got some visitors." Eden turned to her friends, slightly nodding back to the approaching vehicle.

JJ nods, "Hey, yeah. Get back on the boat, get back on the boat. Untie it."

"Shit." Kie voices.

The four teens look at the cop car with the most un-suspicious looks they could manage, minds mustering up the best possible lies as they awaited the familiar figure of Deputy Shoupe and his unimpressed face.

Except he didn't exit the vehicle—someone else did.

The Bexley girl's mouth dropped as John Booker Routledge hopped out of the drivers seat.

Fixing his back pack over his shoulder as if he hadn't just been driving a police prohibited vehicle, John B. approaches his friends casually.

"Wait." JJ's brows furrow at the sight of his friend rather than Shoupe, "No way."

Pope's mouth is agape, "No effing way."

"I'm sorry." Kiara scoffs.

"You've gotta be kidding me."

"Am I going crazy or did John B. just exit that police cruiser?" Eden looks at her best friend with an incredulous expression, knowing there was no possible way he'd been allowed inside of that vehicle without stealing the car.

"Shoupe let me take it for a spin." John B. smirks, running a hand through his hair.

"Okay. That's believable." the Carrera walked up to her friend, wrapping her arms around the boy—they hadn't seen him in a day, and it was nice to see that he was okay. "I'll buy that, for now."

"It wasn't easy, bro,  but I got The Phantom for you and she runs like she was made yesterday." JJ throws the keys to the boat to the Routledge, who catches them with ease.  Walking to the bow, he asks, "You ready to go?"

John B. opens his mouth to answer but then notices the girl who's missing from the Pogues, "Where's Sarah?"

Kiara furrowed her brows, "She's not with you?"

"No, no, we got separated in the swamp." the brunette boy explains, gesturing towards the dock, "She said she was gonna meet me here."

Eden solemnly shook her head, "She hasn't shown, John B."

"Okay, well, I'm not leaving without her."

"John, we don't—you don't—have the time to putz around and wait for Sarah to make a show." Eden sighs, sending him a stern look.  She knew he felt bad for leaving the Cameron girl, but he needed to leave now, (he was the wanted man, not Sarah). "You have to leave whether or not shes here."

JJ comes down and steps in front of John B., "You've got plenty of gas, you've got plenty of food. Once you get around that point, it's a straight shot across the sound to Dismal Swamp, okay? Once you get there, lay low, alright? Hang out for a couple of weeks, and then go overland, cross the border at Brownsville, you got that? Brownsville." Noticing the boy he was speaking too staring off into space, the Maybank cups one side of the boys face, "You—hey! You got that?"

John B. frees himself of his thoughts, "Yeah, yeah, Brownsville."

The Routledge boy stepped on to the boat, and Eden followed after to make sure he had everything he'd need.  She pointed out where they'd stored the food and water, as well as all the other necessities they packed along—or.....maybe she was stalling.

Lightly smiling, Eden stated, "I would have, uh, given my bracelet kit to you so you aren't bored out of your mind in Mexico but it's at the Chateau.....so." She rocked on her heels, "I also would have made you another bracelet as a goodbye, but—"

"No, Eden, you've done enough." John B. weakly said, trying to fight back tears of his own at the idea of having to part from the Pogues, from having to part from Eden.  She'd been at there for every inconvenience ever since his father was pronounced missing. "You've done so much for me since my dad went missing and I don't even know how to thank you for it."

"You don't have too." the Bexley tried to stop herself from crying at the expression of gratitude but she couldn't even help it anymore. Looking at her friend, the sniffles and offers a weak smile, "That's just what friends do."

The two break the space between them with a tight embrace.

"Oh, God, what am I gonna do without you for two months, Eden." John B. holds on to his best friend, because he isn't really sure what he's going to do without her constant motherly rings and reminders—to eat, to do his laundry, to not get in trouble. 

Eden replied, "You're going to stay safe, that's what you're going to do.  If you do anything even relatively stupid, I swear, I will hunt your ass down myself in less than two months time and reprimand you myself—I'll literally just appear."

John B. tearfully chuckled, "I love you, Eden."

"I love you too, John B."

Eden sent her friend one last weak smile before hopping off the boat and back on to the ground.

Time to say goodbye.

The Maybank spoke up, "Alright. Saddle her up, saltwater cowboy. Lets do this." 

John B. looked down from the bow of the boat at his four friends with teary eyes, taking a mental picture of them in his mind. God was he lucky—how had he gotten so lucky? Staring at his friends, his people, he couldn't have asked for more.  The Pogues were his home, and if this happens to be his last normal summer, he's glad he spent it with them.  Spent it full of laughs and excitement, of boat rides and sunsets. Of family.

"Hey." John B.'s eyes were glazed over with tears as he looked down at the Pogues—there was no point in trying to hold back his emotions now. "I'm sorry for basically throwing us off a cliff with this whole treasure hunt thing."

JJ solemnly replied, blinking back tears of his own, "Hey, John B., yo.....we were bound to run off a cliff at some point, right?" 

The group gave a sad chuckle.

The Maybank wrapped an arm around Pope's shoulder, doing the same to Eden, who copied the action around Kie and the blonde.  Once together, JJ continued, words matching his actions, "At least we did it together, though."

Eden nodded, "Pogue style."

John B. nodded, repeating the words in a whisper, "Pogue style."

"Get out of here! Please." Kie broke the small moment, knowing that the boy should start towards the sea before they got too worked up over his departing. 

Pope nods, "Now. We'll see you in two months down in Mexico."

"Remember to eat, find a decent spot to lay low, and for the love of God, don't get into any trouble. I don't think the Bexley perks work down in Mexico."  Eden rings, sending a stern yet somehow loving glance towards the boy.

JJ smiles, "Love you!"

John B. starts to walk into the boat, but stops, turning around to face his friends again with a deep frown. "Hey, wait—wait a second. Tell Sarah I say goodbye, okay?" 

"We'll take care of her, don't worry." Eden firmly nods, wiping a stray tear off of her face.  Whether or not Sarah was technically a Kook, she'd grown on the Pogues.  The Bexley saw her as an honorary member of the group, and knew she'd be crushed that she didn't get to say her goodbyes like they did. She'd need support, and Eden was willing to give it.

"Don't forget. Cross the border at Brownsville, okay?" JJ reminds once more, not wanting the boy to forget. 

"Got it." the Routledge nods.

With that, Kiara, Eden, JJ, and Pope all dropped their arms and untied the rope they'd been using to dock the boat, and lightly shoved it outwards, watching as The Phantom disappeared into the ocean with John B. inside of it.

It's silent between the Pogues for a few moments, no one sure on what to say.  John B. was like their ring leader, and now, he was off to Mexico.

Kiara then spoke up, looking at the Heyward boy beside her, "You okay?"

"I'm sorry for.....acting like a dumb ass." Pope admits, solemnly looking at the curly haired girl, "I was just upset, and I was acting petty, and I just......"

Kiara lightly smiles, "It's okay."

"......just wanna be friends again."

The two teens exchanged a hug, and Eden's about to walk up to say they should head out—the police sirens hadn't stopped, and it was only so long before they found the four Pogues and connected the dots—but gets stopped in her tracks as Kie presses her lips against Pope's.

Eden's lips make a tight line and she turns back to face JJ, trying to fight back a chuckle at having caught two of her friends kissing yet again—she prayed being a third wheel wasn't going to become another reappearing trait.

"Didn't she turn him down like....yesterday?" Eden furrows a brow, clearly recalling the Carrera retelling the story of what happened at the Cameron estate—Pope exposed his feelings, Kiara turned him down. She said she didn't like him like that, so what was kissing him supposed to show? Was she playing him?

The Bexley didn't have time to question as the sound of police sirens grows closer. 

JJ looks back only to see cruisers approaching the four, and he quickly speaks up, "Hey, guys, I'm sorry to ruin the party, but, uh, we gotta go right now." He rushes towards the 4Runner, "Come on!"

"J, I think it's a little too late for that...." Eden trails off with a sigh—she supposes it was about time they got caught by the cops, given they'd been helping out a wanted man for days.  It was only so long before Shoupe found them and knew they'd helped John B. escape. "Just stay silent."

Eden raises her hands up casually as the cruisers come to a halt in front of the four Pogues.

Shoupe steps out of the drivers seat, sporting a pair of black sunglasses.  He seems frustrated—understandable, given he was under the impression that the killed of Peterkin was on the run when in reality the murderer was probably sipping on a margarita in the safety of the Cameron Estate—and Eden can tell he isn't going to fall for any lies. He knows they've been in contact with John B. within the past few days.

Pope walks forward, causing the Carrera girl to call out, "Pope. Pope, hands!"

An unknown man hops out of a black car, running towards the four with a gun in his hands, "Move! Hands up! Hands up! Move!" As he passes by her, Eden reads the words SBI Agent on the back of his black jacket.

"We're too late. He's gone. Goddammit." Shoupe yells, clearly growing more furious at the realization. He paces towards the four teens, speaking firmly and loudly to his deputies and whomever else followed him here, "Bratcher, have your guys stand down. Let me talk to these kids."

As the SBI agent passes right by to spot the ocean for any sign of the Routledge boy, Shoupe looks at the Pogues.

Alright, where the hell is he? Where the hell is he?" At the utter silence of the Pogues—just as Eden instructed them to do—Shoupe turns to the Maybank boy, who clenches his jaw as the deputy fires, "JJ? I see you're livin' up to your name." He paces in front of the Heyward next, "Pope, how about you? This isn't a fucking game. Eden?" 

The deputy looks toward Eden, almost expecting her to break the chain of loyalty she had with John B. ever since elementary school—as if. The Bexley would rather kiss Rafe Cameron than do that, and she hated his guts more than anyone else's on the island.  Isla may have taught her to always answer to adults, but when was the last time she listened to her mother?

So, Eden stays grimly silent. 

"You can do the right thing right now! Where'd he go?" 

The four keep their vow and keep their lips sealed.

Waiting. 

That's what Eden Bexley has been doing for the past hour

Because Shoupe knew Eden, Kie, Pope, and JJ had helped John B. off the island, he'd shoved them in the back of two cruisers and had them driven to the investigation sight for further questioning, as well as to make sure they couldn't stop the hunt for John Booker Routledge any longer.

They'd been led into a tent filled with officers and agents of all sorts and seated in a row of chairs to wait for further instruction, to just wait—for what, exactly, Eden wasn't entirely sure.

Were her and her friends waiting for confirmation that John B. had escaped? That he'd been found and was in the process of arrest? That Rafe Cameron was finally found to be the true murderer behind Sheriff Peterkin's slaughter?

None of the above has happened after an hour and Eden is growing sick of sitting. 

With anxiety and worry over the utter silence of John B.'s situation rushing through the Bexley's veins, it's hard to sit still and just wait for more information. She wants to know what's happening—needs to know.

Watching hasn't satisfied her much either.

Within the hour, she watched a tropical storm take over the island, causing rain to fall down upon the investigation site.  

Watched as officers scrambled back and forth, trying to find John B. 

Watched as the power returned to the island, causing The Phantom to be seen.  

Watched as it was announced that Sarah Cameron was on the boat too. 

Watched as Ward Cameron entered the tent to speak with John B. via the radio. 

Watched as the Cameron man was called out for his actions by John B.

Watched as everyone fell quiet.

Currently, Eden is bouncing her leg in an anxious rush. Ever since the Routledge boy spoke the words 'I'm coming for you' through the radio to Ward Cameron, there's been no sound of updates. No word that John B. and Sarah had been found and returned to the island, no sound of officers scrambling to contact the boat again, no crackle of John B.'s voice on the radio.

Nothing.

The feeling of a hand on her knee causes Eden to whip her head, looking over to see JJ staring back at her with a knowing look—he knew that John B. always helped with her anxiety, and that not knowing where he was didn't help her already high levels of it. 

"Hey, they're gonna be okay." JJ softly says, giving her knee a reassuring squeeze.

Eden appreciated the action, but her gut didn't trust her friend's words. John B. and Sarah were in a boat in the middle of a tropical storm—The Phantom was a fast boat, sure, but that was when the waves weren't being mixed up by rain and harsh winds.  

She shook her head, "We don't know that, J." They really didn't know if they were okay or not.

Until they did.

Shoupe entered the tent again with two other officers, three of them sporting bright yellow rain coats due to the pouring rain the island continued to suffer from.  The appearance of the adults caused all four teens to jump of their feet, curiosity and worry racing through their minds.

"Did you find them?" Pope quickly asks.

Eden scans over Shoupe's face, looking for any sign of hope, but all she sees is sorrow.  

The Bexley had always been good at reading emotions, and Shoupe wasn't hiding his one bit—the way he looked at the teens with pity, the way his lips twisted as he tried to find the right words to reply with, the way his eyes were filled with the slightest amount of guilt.

Something had happened and Eden knew it just by looking at the deputy. 

Lightly shaking his head, Shoupe admitted, "No."

Kiara's voice had a small glint of hope in it as she question, "So, they got away?"

Eden really wanted to believe her two friends had escaped the OBX and were on their way to Brownsville, but she couldn't. Not when Shoupe's lips sealed solemnly at Kie's question, 

Thunder crashed outside, almost as if the world was sensing the news about to be revealed.  

"We, uh.....we lost them. I'm sorry."

Lost them. 

Eden felt herself completely still, heart in her throat as she asked, "Lost them? What—what do you mean you fucking lost them?"

"Eden—" Shoupe tried to intervene.

Pope rushes on, "Like—like they're gone? What are you talking about?"

"They took an open boat into a tropical depression, Pope." Shoupe explains, with a hint of regret in his own eyes.  He could have tried harder, searched more, looked more into what had happened on that tarmac.  He could have. 

Kiara has tears filling her eyes, "So, they're dead?"

Dead. 

"We don't know."

They don't know.

Eden started to shake her head back and forth, breathing growing shallow in her chest. She was in denial because there was no way John Booker Routledge and Sarah Elizabeth Cameron were dead—they couldn't be. 

She'd seen John B. an hour ago—hugged him, laughed with him, an hour ago. He couldn't be gone.

Somewhere in the back of Eden's mind starts to blame herself for this. Maybe if she'd been more strict about this whole gold situation John B. and Sarah wouldn't be gone. Maybe if she hadn't allowed the group to find the gold in the Crain house, they wouldn't be dead.

Maybe if she'd just said no to fishing after the aftermath of Hurricane Agatha, they wouldn't be gone forever. If she'd said no, they wouldn't have found the compass; wouldn't have gone to the motel; wouldn't have found out about Demark Tanny and wheat in the water; wouldn't have went to the Crain house; wouldn't have wrapped Sarah Cameron into this mess—

Suddenly, her brain switches gears.

Eden learned when she was younger that the body experienced five stages of grief after losing someone dear; denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.  And, looking at Deputy Shoupe, she can't help but switch from the first to the second with ease.

Any sort of self blame and denial over her best friend's death leaves as she looks at Shoupe. He was the reason they were dead—not her. He was the one who didn't even try to question Ward Cameron; who let the hunt get so bad, John B. had no choice but to flee the island into a tropical storm. He was the one who caused this, not her.

"You knew it." Eden lips trembled. Her face twisted into an expression of rage, and her voice rose as she jabbed a finger in Shoupe's direction, "You knew it! You—you knew John B. was telling the truth! You fucking knew it! You knew it and you led him straight into the storm! You gave him no choice!" The girl can't even help her sob-filled screams. She feels empty.

"Eden, I know you're upset—"

"No, don't try to calm me down! You fucking killed him! You killed them!" Eden screams, and suddenly, she's lunging towards Shoupe in a grief filled rage. "You know John B. was telling the truth but you didn't listen to him! He didn't kill anyone and you know it! He tried to tell you but you didn't listen!"

 She feels her feet get lifted off the ground and a pair of hands around her waist, but the Bexley continues to thrash around like a maniac, "Let go of me! He knows what he did! He killed my best friend!" She jabs a finger at Shoupe, voice breaking as she says, "You killed my best friend."

Kiara cries, "Eden."

"You drove them straight through the storm, man!" JJ yells over the mess that is Eden Bexley, sharing similar emotions.  If Shoupe had just listened to John B., if he'd listened to Sarah, they wouldn't be dead. 

"Are you kidding me?" Just like his friend, the Maybank charges at the deputy and shoves him, and as Shoupe shoves him back, another officer comes to grab the blonde back just as they'd done to Eden, "Come here, man! I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you, bastard!"

"JJ, stop!" Kiara sobs. She feels numb and empty inside.

Pope grabs on to Shoupe's arm, causing the older man to turn to the Heyward, whose eyes are wide with conviction. The deputy grabs on to Pope's arm in case he too tried an irrational attack like the two prior, but instead, the boy repeats Eden's words, "He didn't kill anyone and you know it!"

"We're still looking for him, alright." Shoupe tries to reassure, but even he isn't too sure of himself. 

"We wouldn't have to look for either of them if you just listened!" Eden hysterically yelled, still trying to escape the officers hold.

JJ's shouts of rage, Pope's countering cries, Kiara sobs, and the pouring rain outside all mix together as Eden just stops. She stops thrashing around and stops screaming at Shoupe and simply crumbles.

Eden was always the strong friend. She was the shoulder to cry on, the one who was always there when you needed them most, the one who'd mutter reassuring words in your ear and hold you until you felt better.  

But right now, she couldn't be that girl. 

John B. had been the brother she always wanted—loving, caring, accepting. The family she needed. He'd let her crash in his house because he knew how much she hated her own. He'd let her rant about her mother, or how much she hated being such a Kook, or about how she got her white converse dirty.  He'd be there to help her through anxiety and panic attacks, no matter how small or big they were.  He was always there.

And now he was gone.

Her best friend was gone.

And Sarah? Eden may not have been friends with the Cameron girl for long, but she wasn't like every Kook. She had wit, cared for the environment, and hated being trapped in the bubble wrap of Figure Eight.  She stood up for what she thought was right, and she loved John B. She cared for John B. in the way that Eden couldn't.  She'd left a mark on the Pogues with her perfect smile, a smile that had a future ahead of it.

Sarah didn't deserve to die so young.

Neither of them did.

"Eden?"

Eden looks at the entrance to the tent and her eyes lock with her mothers.

Eden had never gone to Isla when she broke down—it was always her friends, or alone. And that's simply because she'd never seen her mother as someone to wipe away her tears, as a comforter.  Isla would tell her to put on some foundation to cover up her red eyes, and to smile in the mirror until you couldn't tell she'd been crying.

But, right now, the Bexley didn't care. She didn't care that she was mad at her mother, or that she'd been kicked out of her house by the woman. She didn't care about all the bruised wrists and screaming, the tears and arguments.

She just needed her mother.

Eden may not have had the best relationship with Isla, but at the end of the day, she was still her mother. There would always be something there, whether or not that Bexley girl liked it. 

"Mom?" Eden whimpered, slightly walking away from the officer—he'd let go when she stopped thrashing around. She stumbled over to Isla and crumbled down in front of the woman, as if she were a little toddler who needed her mommy—it's truly what she was.  Like every child, she needed her mother. "Mommy, they didn't make it. He didn't make it."

"I know." Isla wrapped her arms around the girl. Any sort of tension between the two seemed to disappear for a few moments as Eden broke. Beside her, Tom did the same, a solemn look on his face as he watched his little girl cry like he's never seen. "You're gonna be okay. You're gonna come back home and it's going to be fine."

Eden sobbed, "They're dead because of a crime they didn't commit.  Nothing's okay."

Tom pulled his daughter closer, "Sh, angel, it's all going to be okay. We can try to fix it—"

"No, you can't fix it! John B. is dead and no one can fix that. He's dead because nobody would listen—" 

The Bexley's cries get cut off as she hears the familiar paced breathing of JJ Maybank. Turning to look at the boy, she saw his eyes darting between his friends, watching as they were comforted by their parents while he had no one. His lips trembled as he tried to hold back his tears, but Eden could see right through him—he needed someone, just like she did.

So, Eden pulled away from her parents and walked over to JJ, wrapping her arms around him.  She continued to sob into his shoulder, while he cried into the crook of her neck.

At some point, Kie and Pope also left their parents and joined JJ and Eden, the four sharing a tear filled embrace, hanging on to one another for dear life because in reality, it's all they could count on.

They only had each other now

mara's misc.....

and that's a wrap on act one of summertime sadness! 

i can't believe i finally finished the first act!! i started this book back in like january and i'm finally finishing it :/ it's very bittersweet, given season one is my favorite season, i love the aesthetic, the mystery, and just the vibes.  s1 pogues>>>>>>>s2/s3 pogues.                                                                 but, s2 will be filled with just as much adventure and found family moments that i'm excited to write eden into, so.........

i do want to say thank you to two of my two favorite people on this app, though....

first ledgersfilms| so, as i do with most books, i lose motivation for like a good bit. it happened with vanished, and it definetly happened with this fic. maybe it was because of the little excitement over the obx fandom, or maybe it was me just not being in my obx era.  anyways, around chapters 11-14, i had a huge motivation loss for this fic.  i wasn't updating like usual, and hadn't been writing for it.

but....then ledgersfilms or kensie, as you may know her appeared on my message board asking for an update, saying she'd update one of her fics "waves" in return. 

and so a relationship started.

without kensie and her comments and update messages, i probably wouldn't have finished as fast as i did—she's tagged at the bottom of every chapter for a reason.  every few weeks, well bargain and it gives us both an update schedule.

so, i just want to say ty to you kensie <3 your one of my favorite people on this app, and i love every single chateau roast, john b appreciation comment, or message board rant we share <3 i love you sm and i'm so ready to see what comments you have in store for s2 (please go check out her obx fics!!!!)

i'd also like to thank GhostWriterGirl-1

we met via her comments on my steve harrington series, and ever since, she's been my biggest fan. 

she's always there to spam comment on my fics, whether or not shes even watched the show—which she did with this fic.  without having even watched outer banks, she decided to read and support my fic and i appreciate it sm.

so, ghost, i just want to say that your comments make my day and always give me more motivation to write <3 i appreciate the way you decided to read eden's story without having even watched obx, and how you're always there to support my fics! i'm so ready to see your reactions to s2 <3 love you

hope you enjoyed <3 see you back with season two!!!