The Outer Banks.

Left to our own devices. Freedom like this—no rules, no boundaries—it's what we lived for. And in a place like the Outer Banks, freedom felt limitless. At least, that's how John B always described it. 

Olivia Holt portrayed as Mavis Kentala

''Dad, I can't. I know it's dangerous, but I have to do this. For John B, for everyone who's been hurt by this. I'm not doing this just for the treasure – I'm doing this for my friends, for myself, so we can finally ditch this shithole. Even if it means...'' I trailed off. ''Even if it means I end up like Mom.''

Mavis Kenatala. What would my dad say about her? He'd call her a lying, conniving little bitch just like her mom was. That's the Cameron line, right? She's not someone I'm supposed to care about, not someone I'm meant to think twice about. But...she's kind. It's hard to ignore that, and sometimes I think maybe she's a little too good to be around someone like me. I'm not a good person—never was, never will be. But that doesn't stop me from wishing I could be different. Sometimes I catch myself wondering if I could be that person.

I know I've hurt her. I pushed her away, quite litteraly, and threw words I didn't mean. Mavis was there, whether she wanted to be or not, since I mostly used force. Even then, she didn't turn her back on me, but I think it was simply out of fear. She didn't judge, she didn't snitch. She just...stayed, by force of course. Nobody wants to be around me willingly. I need to use force. I don't deserve someone like that in my life, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want it.

But I can't get wrapped up in those thoughts. I need to focus. If I get the gold, if I make my dad proud, then maybe—just maybe—I can try to be better.

Drew Starkey as Rafe Cameron

''Typical,'' I muttered, half to myself. ''Fucking Pogues.''

Rafe Cameron. What do I even say about him? For one, he's a heartless murderer. He's hooked on drugs and thrives on terrorizing people. He's not exactly someone you'd ever want to be around—no one does. And trust me, I don't want to, either. But even with all that, I can see through him.

I can see that he's hurting, really hurting. I mean, no, my dad's not a serial killer or a thief, but I've been down that path of feeling like you're carrying your own pain with no one to help you shoulder it. None of that lets him off the hook. It's his fault, all of it—don't get me wrong. But I can see through his defenses, his excuses. I saw his most vulnerable moments, those cracks in his walls where he's practically begging for help. Deep down, he knows he's lost, but he's in denial, hiding behind layer after layer of messed-up choices.

But that's not my job to fix. I'm not his mother, his friend, or his therapist. I'm not planning on being any of those things for him. I won't stand here and tell him to change, to straighten up, to take care of himself. I'm just here to observe, to watch the real Rafe Cameron beneath all that. Maybe, when he's finally hit the end of his rope, I'll give him some advice—just a few words, that's all. I'm not here to be his salvation. He has to find his own way out.

and the rest of cast as themselves

TRIGGER WARNING

This book will contain: substance abuse, mentiones of addictions, IMPLIED sexual content, strong language, fighting, detailed describtion of injuries, fluff, angst, daddy/mommy issues, obx spoilers, toxic friend groups, murders and weapons. If a chapter is uncomfortably horrific I will place a tw at the top so you can only skip one and don't miss out on the rest!

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