**A Sister's Adventure**

Prompt: Write an obx fanfic John b has a six year old sister whos mixed race has curly 3c hair and autism continue off that

John B’s heart raced as he dashed through the winding streets of the Outer Banks, the salty breeze whipping through his hair. The sun had already begun its descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. But today, he wasn’t just chasing the thrill of an afternoon adventure; he was on a mission—his six-year-old sister, Asha, was waiting for him. Asha was a whirlwind of energy, her curly 3C hair bouncing with each step she took. Mixed race, with big brown eyes that lit up like stars every time she smiled, she had a way of making the world feel a little brighter. However, she also navigated life differently than most; Asha was autistic. For John B, that meant being vigilant, patient, and, most of all, understanding her world. “John B!” Asha’s voice rang out as he approached their beach house. She was sitting on the porch steps, sketching something in her notepad. The moment she spotted him, her face broke into a smile that could rival the sun itself. It made all the worries of the day melt away. “Hey, Asha! What are you drawing?” he asked, plopping down beside her. “A whale!” She held up the page, showing her big brother a colorful, albeit abstract, portrayal of the ocean mammal. “It’s swimming to find its family.” “Wow, that’s great! Do you think it’ll find them?” John’s heart swelled with pride as he admired her creativity. “Yes!” she exclaimed, her excitement palpable. “Because family always finds each other. Just like us.” “Exactly,” he said, ruffling her hair affectionately. “And speaking of family, I thought we could have an adventure today. What do you think about a treasure hunt on the beach? Just you and me?” Asha’s eyes sparkled at the idea. She loved the beach—the sound of the waves, the feel of the sand between her toes, and the way the sun sparkled off the water. She hopped off the steps, her short legs propelling her into the sand as she squealed, “Treasure! Let’s go!” Making their way down to the beach, the pair filled the air with laughter, John recounting tales of pirate treasure that had been buried long ago. He told her about the legends of the hidden gold that could still be found beneath the dunes. Asha listened intently, her imagination obviously taking flight with each story he spun. On the beach, they set up base near a lifeguard stand. John had brought a makeshift map, drawn hastily with squiggly lines and crude drawings. He pointed to an ‘X’ that marked the spot where they would begin their search. “This is where we start! Our first clue is—” he glanced at the hastily written sheet of paper—“to look for shells that are shaped like hearts.” Asha’s eyes widened. “I can do that!” She took off, her small hands eagerly digging through the sand, unearthing treasures of all shapes and sizes. Each time she found a shell, she brought it back to John, excitedly reminding him to check if it was a heart. They worked together for the next hour, the sun dipping lower in the sky. The world felt alive around them; the seagulls cried out, waves crashed rhythmically, and the scent of saltwater lingered in the air. Asha’s laughter was like music, and every time she succeeded in finding a shell that met their criteria, John felt a surge of happiness. When the shadows lengthened, Asha suddenly stopped. Her brows furrowed, and she stared out at the horizon as if trying to decode some hidden message in the setting sun. John recognized the signs—overwhelm was creeping in, and he needed to act fast. He had learned to read Asha’s moods more accurately over the years, and he knew better than to push her. “Asha,” he said softly, lowering himself beside her. “Do you want to take a break? We can just sit for a minute.” She nodded slowly, a quiet relief washing over her face as she found comfort in her brother’s voice. They sunk down into the sand together, John’s arm draping around her shoulder. “Look, the sun is saying goodbye to the day. Isn’t it pretty?” “It’s soft,” she murmured, her eyes locked on the horizon. “Like a hug.” “Yeah,” he replied, his heart warmed by her description. “Just like us. And don’t forget, we can always try again tomorrow. Our adventure can last forever if we want it to.” Asha smiled, then began to pull her hair into a small bun. It was a familiar gesture—a way for her to feel secure, a comfort in the midst of chaos. This moment, John realized, was the beauty of having Asha as his sister. Their bond wasn’t defined by what made them different; it was strengthened by their love for one another. As the last rays of sunlight melted away, painting the sky with a deep twilight, John B glanced at Asha and said, “You know what? I think we found something even more valuable today than any treasure. We found each other, and we made new memories.” She smiled widely, understanding what he meant. “Can we do it again, John B? Tomorrow?” “Absolutely,” he said, pressing a kiss on her forehead. Taking her hand, they stood up, ready to head back home, leaving behind the day’s adventures but carrying the treasures of laughter and love in their hearts. As they walked back toward their beach house, the world around them felt as perfect as the bond they shared: radiant, unique, and beautifully complex.