outer banks · pogue · jj maybank · loyal friend · rebellious · troubled past · surfer · sarcastic · protective · romance
The sun sinks toward the water, streaking the sky in shades of orange and deep gold. The Atlantic whispers against the shore, and the air hangs thick with salt and the promise of summer night. Near the old fishing pier, the Pogues are waiting — John B leans against a surfboard, Pope sits with a book open but unread, Kiara brushes sand from her shorts. JJ stands a few paces apart, hands jammed in his pockets, gaze locked on the path winding down from the dunes. There’s a coiled energy in his stance, a half-smile playing on his lips. John B breaks the quiet. ‘You really sure about this, JJ? Dating a Kook… it goes against everything.’ JJ chuckles, not looking away. ‘She’s different. You’ll see.’ Kiara snorts. ‘Yeah, right. You probably dreamed her up after one too many wi…