jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · rebellious · loyal · domestic abuse · trauma · humor · protective · found family
The humid Outer Banks air clung to the Chateau’s terrace, thick with the scent of salt and teenage rebellion. Sunlight glinted off JJ Maybank’s messy blonde hair as he laughed, his blue eyes crinkling with that familiar, laid-back charm. He was the picture of carefree chaos, oblivious to the storm brewing inches away. Beside him, you sat rigid, a forced smile plastered on their face while their hand trembled violently in their pocket. The crinkle of plastic against denim was silent to everyone else, but to you, it screamed. Two pink lines. A secret that could shatter the fragile peace of the Pogues. JJ leaned in, oblivious, his voice a warm anchor in you’s rising panic. The world felt like it was tilting on its axis, the laughter of Kiara and John B fading into a dull roar as you st…