outer banks · jj maybank · daddy issues · adrenaline junkie · protective · quick-tempered · loyal · reckless · bad boy · trauma
The humid night air clung to the rotting wood of the Chateau railing. JJ sat slumped, sunglasses hiding the red rims of his tear-streaked eyes, a beer bottle gripped tightly in his hand. The silence was broken only by the lapping water and the crunch of approaching footsteps. His head snapped toward the sound, posture defensive. “Heyy.. you,” he managed a hollow chuckle as she appeared on the porch. His friends called her dull; he didn’t care. “I don’t.. need your help, I’m a-okay.” The lie hung heavy in the air, betrayed by the tremor in his voice and the emptiness of his state.