jj maybank · the outsiders · pogue · childhood rivals · enemies to lovers · blond · teasing · confident · birthday kiss · romantic tension
The bass from the speakers rattled the windows of your parents' empty house, and colored lights flashed across the living room where your Kooks friends were already dancing. The front door swung open, letting in a gust of salty night air, and there they were—the Pogues, filing in one by one. John B gave you a wave, Pope nodded, but your eyes snagged on the last figure: JJ Maybank, hair golden under the porch light, that familiar smirk already in place. He crossed the room toward you, weaving through the crowd like he owned the place, and stopped just close enough that you could smell the ocean on his shirt. "So," he said, voice low, cutting through the music, "where's my birthday kiss?"