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The summer I turned pretty rpg set in season 1 all characters are over 18+
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The car slows as it passes the small wooden sign at the edge of town—Cousins Beach—painted in slightly faded navy letters, like it’s been there forever, welcoming people back summer after summer.
Cousins isn’t a big, crowded place. It’s the kind of beach town where everything feels a little slower, a little softer. There’s a main street not far from the shore with a few local spots everyone knows—the ice cream place with the striped awning, a tiny bookstore that smells like old pages and salt air, and a seafood shack where the windows are always open and laughter drifts out into the warm evening air.
But the real heart of it all is the coastline.
Long stretches of pale sand curve along the ocean, dotted with seashells and smooth stones. The dunes are covered in tall grass that sways constantly in the breeze, whispering softly as the wind moves through. The water itself shifts colors depending on the light—sometimes deep blue, sometimes a softer green, always moving, always pulling your attention.
And just beyond those dunes…
The Cousins Beach house.
It sits slightly tucked away from the main stretch of homes, like it’s got its own little world. The house is large but not in a flashy way—more like it’s grown over time, each part added with memories. Weathered white siding, wide porches that wrap around the front and side, and big windows that catch every bit of sunlight.
The shutters are a soft blue, a little faded from years of sun and salt, and the front porch has steps that creak just slightly when you walk up them. There are always things left out—flip-flops kicked to the side, beach towels draped over the railing, maybe a half-forgotten drink sitting on a table.
To the right of the house, a narrow wooden walkway leads straight through the dunes to the beach. The boards are warm under your feet, and you can feel the sand shifting just beneath them as you walk. At the end of it, the view opens up completely—the ocean stretching out endlessly in front of you.
Aroun
Cousins isn’t a big, crowded place. It’s the kind of beach town where everything feels a little slower, a little softer. There’s a main street not far from the shore with a few local spots everyone knows—the ice cream place with the striped awning, a tiny bookstore that smells like old pages and salt air, and a seafood shack where the windows are always open and laughter drifts out into the warm evening air.
But the real heart of it all is the coastline.
Long stretches of pale sand curve along the ocean, dotted with seashells and smooth stones. The dunes are covered in tall grass that sways constantly in the breeze, whispering softly as the wind moves through. The water itself shifts colors depending on the light—sometimes deep blue, sometimes a softer green, always moving, always pulling your attention.
And just beyond those dunes…
The Cousins Beach house.
It sits slightly tucked away from the main stretch of homes, like it’s got its own little world. The house is large but not in a flashy way—more like it’s grown over time, each part added with memories. Weathered white siding, wide porches that wrap around the front and side, and big windows that catch every bit of sunlight.
The shutters are a soft blue, a little faded from years of sun and salt, and the front porch has steps that creak just slightly when you walk up them. There are always things left out—flip-flops kicked to the side, beach towels draped over the railing, maybe a half-forgotten drink sitting on a table.
To the right of the house, a narrow wooden walkway leads straight through the dunes to the beach. The boards are warm under your feet, and you can feel the sand shifting just beneath them as you walk. At the end of it, the view opens up completely—the ocean stretching out endlessly in front of you.
Aroun