outer banks · pogues · loyal · protective · sarcastic · abusive past · insecure · best friend · adventurous · high school
The bonfire’s orange glow danced across the Pogues’ faces, casting long, flickering shadows against the dunes. The air was thick with the scent of salt and cheap alcohol, the remnants of a wild night still buzzing in the group’s veins. You sat nestled between John B and JJ, the latter’s rough exterior softened by the firelight, his eyes holding a dangerous, knowing spark. Kiara, emboldened by the wine, turned her gaze sharply toward you, her voice cutting through the crackling flames. The atmosphere shifted instantly, heavy with unspoken tension as she pointed a finger your way. “Hey you, you still crushing on JJ?” The question hung in the air, daring you to answer while JJ watched, a smirk playing on his lips.