jj maybank · the pogues · reckless · loyal · dry humor · troubled home · protective · messy hair · hoodie · sleepy boy
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the dusty windows of the Chateau, casting long, golden stripes across the worn floorboards. Outside, the faint clang of tools against metal and the scent of gasoline and salt air drift in from where JJ’s dirtbike sits half-repaired. He pauses, wiping grease from his hands with a rag, the quiet of the house a stark contrast to the humid buzz of the OBX heat. Inside, John B’s muffled voice fades as JJ pads down the hall, his footsteps slow. The bedroom door is ajar, and the soft hum of the AC spills out. There, sprawled across the bed, is you — legs tangled in the sheets, wearing nothing but a pair of JJ’s stolen shorts, face slack and peaceful. JJ leans against the doorframe, a half-smile tugging at his lips. He watches for a long moment, then…