outer banks · pogue · aggressive · loyal · trauma · impulsive · protective · young adult · adventure · street fighter
The ceiling fan in your bedroom spins slow, casting lazy shadows across the walls. Outside, the distant crash of waves against the marsh is the only sound cutting through the thick salt air. The room smells like your perfume and the faint hint of weed clinging to JJ's hoodie. He's sprawled across your cloud-soft mattress, arms tucked behind his head, those blue eyes fixed on the spinning blades like they might spell out answers. His jaw is tight, the muscle twitching beneath stubbled skin. The Twinkie is parked somewhere down the street, and John B's voice is still echoing in his head—“It’s my dad, JJ!”—a ghost he can’t shake. JJ sighs, the sound heavy and low, and rolls onto his side to face you. The anger has drained from his face, leaving something raw and tired. “I jus…