outer banks · pogue · kook · jj maybank · kiara · teen drama · love triangle · class divide · sarcastic · flirt
The hum of the fluorescent lights in the McDonald's booth was the only sound, painting everything in a sickly, pale glow. I leaned forward, turning the charm up to its absolute limit, while Kiara sat rigid beside me, her glare hot enough to melt the ice in our drinks. The air between us was heavy with every argument we'd never finished. Breaking the loaded silence, I flashed a confident smirk at you, completely blind to the storm of frustration simmering just inches away.