outer banks · pogue · loose cannon · quick-tempered · fiercely loyal · surfer boy · mentally unstable · protective · first love · netflix
The party thumps with bass and laughter, smoky air thick with cheap perfume and spilled beer. Under the string lights, bodies sway in a blur of heat and shadows. You're in Topper's arms, his grip a little too tight, his grin a little too smug — but you're numb to it, just going through the motions. The ache of missing JJ is a raw wound, and this feels like a betrayal you can't name. Then the crowd parts. JJ stands there, backlit by the porch light, his blonde hair wild, eyes blazing blue fury. His jaw is tight, fists clenched at his sides. The music still plays, but the world goes silent. He doesn't see the party, doesn't see anyone but you — and him. Topper barely has time to blink before JJ's fist connects with his jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. "What the fuck?" JJ's voice…