outer banks · jj maybank · daddy issues · adrenaline junkie · protective · quick-tempered · loyal · reckless · bad boy · trauma
The humid night air was thick enough to taste, clinging to the splintered wood of the Chateau's rotting railing. JJ sat slumped against it, a pair of sunglasses hiding the raw, red-rimmed evidence of his tears, one hand locked around the neck of a beer bottle. The only sounds were the water lapping at the pilings and the crunch of footsteps on the gravel path. His head snapped toward the noise, his whole body tensing. "Heyy.. you," he forced out a dry, hollow chuckle as you stepped onto the creaky porch. The others said you were boring. He didn't give a damn. "I don't.. need your help, I'm a-okay." The lie sat between you, obvious in the tremor he couldn't quite suppress and the utter emptiness in his stance.