fourteen ~ view

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fourteen ~ view

**Dedicated to LocoCocoaAlex for leaving such a sweet, supportive comment on the last chapter!**

With my back in no state for sunbathing, and Mia having a day off from the Opticians, we decided to venture away from Camberley. Mia was keen to show me more of the Outer Banks and seemed to be worrying that I'd go stir crazy if I spent every single day of my summer on that same beach. They do say variety is the spice of life, and I was looking forward to seeing what variety this North Carolina coast had to offer me.  

"Is it just us?" I asked Mia as I packed a couple of bottles of water into a backpack.  

"Yeah," she said, strolling around the kitchen and inspecting numerous gadgets as she did so.  

Unlike Brent, she hadn't been disgusted by my family's wealth; she'd been fascinated. From beside the freezer, I watched as she picked up an implement hanging off one of the hooks on the wall and turned it over in her hands, obviously trying to work out what it was—or rather, what it did.  

"What's this?" she asked eventually, turning to face me and waving it around.  

"It's an avocado slicer," I replied.  

She looked at me for a few seconds more before carefully placing the instrument back on its respective hook. "Huh, there's something I never knew I needed. I've always thought knives are overrated." 

Our excursion was to a lighthouse, which was supposedly the tallest brick one in North America. Before moving out here for the summer, I'd done a little research on the area and Cape Hatteras definitely rang a bell as one of the main tourist attractions on the Outer Banks. It felt strange that I was now visiting one of the places I'd come across when Googling the Outer Banks, and even stranger that I was excited about it when my first reaction had been negativity at the prospect of never leaving Camberley.  

"I should have checked you're all right with heights," Mia said as we pulled into the car park.  

"I wouldn't have agreed to climb a lighthouse if I wasn't." 

She laughed softly and flicked on her indicator to back into a free space. "Good." 

It was a hot and humid day, and the light sea breeze was the only relief. Freezing the water was definitely a good idea in hindsight. When I craned my neck to look up at the lighthouse—shielding my eyes from the bright sun—I didn't find it hard to believe it was one of the tallest in America. It was extremely distinguishable, too, with black and white bands that looped diagonally around its cylindrical body.  

"Still not afraid of heights?" Mia checked with a cheeky smile as she nudged me with her shoulder.  

"I actually can't wait to get up there and take some photos," I replied with my own enthusiastic smile. 

As we queued to buy tickets, Mia admitted that she'd been to this lighthouse several times before, mostly with her parents as day trips. She promised she'd point out various landmarks from the top but warned that it was a strenuous climb. I glanced around at the other tourists queueing for tickets and reassured myself that I was bound to be fitter than at least some of these people. Besides, if it were that strenuous then Mia wouldn't have come here so many times.  

Despite my protests, Mia insisted on paying and claimed that this was her treat. She'd apparently been dying to take me out and show me some of the surrounding area, and I wondered if it were really that obvious that I was struggling to entertain myself in Camberley.  

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