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03, ❝I love parties❞

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 / ❛ I love parties ❜

[ episode one, pilot]











Brooklyn cheered, despite the part just beginning, she was already standing on top of a log with a shot in her hand. The crowd around her cheered too, voices echoing across the beach. She downed the vodka, ignoring the familiar burn down her throat—she was used to it by now. 

She jumped down from the log with an eager smile. She waved to a few friends while heading over to John B, her brother's oversized jacket slung around her shoulders like it belonged to her. She plopped down beside him on the sand. "I love parties," she exhaled, her eyes sweeping over the beach.

John B chuckled, his gaze flickering to her. "Like we all don't know,"

Kiara came up from behind them, her smile fading after a mere second. "What is she doing here?" her voice dripped with disdain. 

Brooklyn and John B both turned to follow Kiara's glare, their eyes landing on the blonde sitting casually on a slanted pole. The sight of her sent a ripple through the group, though the reactions couldn't have been more different. Kiara's face darkened with annoyance, but Brooklyn? Brooklyn lit up like the Fourth of July.

"Sarah!" she shouted, not hesitating for a second before running straight toward her. Her voice cut through the noise of the party, and Sarah's face broke into a bright smile when she spotted her.

Topper was greeted with a high-five—she told him she liked his shirt. The compliment rolled off her tongue effortlessly, even though the shirt was a disaster, but that's just who she was.

By the time Sarah climbed down to meet her, Brooklyn pulled her into a tight embrace, even though they had seen each other a mere two days ago. The laughter bubbled up between them, and when they finally stopped, one of Brooklyn's arms stayed draped around Sarah's shoulder as she pointed out towards the crowd.

"Look, there's my brother and his douche friends," Brooklyn said, her attention shifting in that easy way she had. She spoke a quick 'no offense' to Topper, as they were his friends too. Then, she spotted JJ off to the side and waved him over with a mischievous grin.







The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving only the moon's pale glow and the flickering firelight to paint the beach. Brooklyn, slightly tipsy, sat next to her brother, Logan, her leg bouncing to an unsteady rhythm as she tried to steady herself. The warm evening air carried a mix of saltwater, roasted marshmallows, and the ever-present tang of alcohol.

Logan took a measured sip from his red Solo cup, glancing over at Brooklyn every now and then to make sure she wasn't about to do something typical—like spontaneously dance on the table or challenge someone to a game of drunken truth or dare. 

"You good over there, Brook?" Logan asked, raising an eyebrow and taking another sip from his cup. His voice was low, a mix of concern and mild amusement.

Brooklyn grinned; her eyes slightly glazed but sparkling with mischief. "I'm great. Just living the dream." She stretched her arms dramatically. "But I think my dream might be missing some... I dunno, neon lights or something."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You and your neon lights. Always with the big dreams. Just don't let those dreams get you into trouble."

Brooklyn waved him off. "You worry too much. I've got everything under control. Besides, it's not like I'm about to jump off a cliff or something."

Logan hummed, his tone teasing but his eyes warm. Brook shrugged, taking another swig from her cup.

Logan breathed, his gaze shifting to the firelight dancing in the distance. "Well, just remember, if you end up needing a ride home or something, I'm not gonna be the one pulling you out of any shit. You're on your own for that."

Brook punched his shoulder. "Yeah, you're right. You're gonna be too busy taking another chick home to—"

He cut her off, flicking the bottom of her cup so she dropped it. Her jaw dropped and her brother laughed at her reaction. 

"Damn, okay then," She said, her voice a mix of indignation and amusement. She retrieved her cup with a theatrical sigh, though a grin tugged at her lips. "Not cool. Not cool at all."

Logan leaned back against the log. "Just keeping you on your toes," he said with a smirk.

Brook rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. You're the best."

Logan was Brooklyn's anchor in the swirling sea of chaos that surrounded them. 

While Brooklyn thrived on making waves and turning heads, Logan was more of a steady presence, often found hanging back and observing the scene with a knowing smile. Their relationship was a dance of contrasts—Brooklyn's spontaneous bursts of energy and Logan's steady calm. Where Brooklyn was the life of the party, he was the one who made sure she had a safe way home. They just fit.

The two heard some yelling from across their side, and they both looked over and saw Topper punching John B in the face. John B rolled into the shore of the water and everyone around them cheered, Topper kicking him again.

"Can't these guys ever get along?" she muttered, her voice tinged with exasperation.

Keillin sighed, his eyes following the escalating fight. "Looks like Topper's lost his mind again," he said, shaking his head. 

Brooklyn's fists clenched at her sides, watching John B tackle Topper. "I'm gonna go over there," she said, already pushing herself off the log.

Keillin grabbed her arm. "Brook, don't. You know how these things go. Just let the fight play out, and if it gets too bad, we'll step in."

"I'm not gonna get involved. I know them both, maybe I can convince them. And besides, all my friends are actually panicked."

Despite Logan's attempts to hold her back, Brooklyn was already making her way toward the fray, weaving through the crowd. She reached Kiara's side, her voice cutting through the air. "Guys, knock it off!" she yelled, her tone authoritative and filled with a protective edge.

Topper, caught off guard by Brooklyn's sudden appearance and commanding voice, hesitated, his fist halfway in the air. "Brooklyn, this is none of your business," he said, panting heavily.

"Yeah, well, I'm making it my business," she shot back, her voice cutting through the chaos. This gave John B the opening he needed. Seizing the moment, he charged at Topper and landed a solid punch to his stomach. Brooklyn fought back a grin, her distraction allowing John B to take action. The two were now locked in a frenzied circle on the sand, their movements a blur against the backdrop of an increasingly frenzied crowd.

Topper shoved John B down onto the sand, his hands pressing firmly on John B's head, submerging him in a suffocating hold. Sarah's shouts pierced through the din, her voice urgent and desperate, but Topper's grip remained unyielding. JJ, his expression set in grim determination, fished something out of his bag, drawing Brooklyn's worried gaze.

JJ brandished a gun, aiming it at Topper's head. Panic rippled through the crowd as people began to scatter. "Alright, everyone, go!" Keillin's voice thundered over the commotion. "Move it!" he shouted again, urgency in his tone as Topper slowly rose from the ground.

"JJ, put the gun down! Put it down!" Sarah's voice cracked with fear.

JJ's reply was a taunting snarl. "Did you say something, princess?" he barked, his eyes cold and unrelenting.

Reluctantly, JJ lowered the gun, his gaze still fixed on Topper. Brooklyn wasted no time; she hurried to John B's side, dropping to her knees beside him. "Hey, hey, you're okay," she murmured, her fingers brushing his shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"Get the hell off our side of the island!" JJ roared, firing two shots into the air. The sound of gunfire heightened the chaos, and Pope and Kie lunged at JJ, trying to wrestle him away.

Logan gripped the back of Topper's shirt, hauling him upright. "We need to leave, now," he said firmly, guiding Sarah back with them. His gaze met Brooklyn's, a note of urgency in his voice. "Stay at Kie's. Don't tell Dad about this!"

Brooklyn nodded quickly, her attention flickering back to John B just in time to see him collapse into the water, his body sinking onto his back.

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