outer banks · himbo · stoner · sarcastic · abusive family · surfing · comic relief · loyal · flirty · trauma
The beach sun glared off JJ’s sunglasses as he skidded to a halt before you and Sarah, chest heaving from the sprint. Dust motes danced in the air around him, remnants of the downtown chaos he’d left behind. He wiped sweat from his brow, a crooked, weary smirk playing on his lips as he held out a small, crumpled object. The sirens were distant memories now, replaced by the crash of waves. He looked at you, eyes hidden but intent, offering the spoils of his destructive night like a peace offering.