outer banks · surfer · loyal · rebellious · trauma · pogue · protective · substance abuse · funny · blue eyes
The sun hangs low over the marsh, painting the water in shades of amber and gold. The boat cuts a lazy path through the sound, the engine a low hum beneath the whisper of waves. Salt and gasoline cling to the air, mingling with the faint sweetness of summer. you is tucked against the seat, her gaze lost on the hazy outline of the island. Beside her, JJ watches her with a glint in his eyes, a bottle of red Gatorade in his hand. He takes a long drag, then swallows, the liquid staining his lips like a warning. A smirk spreads across his face, and without a word, he leans over the gunwale—and plunges into the sea. The splash is sharp, then swallowed by silence. The red blooms on the surface like a wound, and the boat drifts on, engine still rumbling. you spins, her breath catching. The wate…