outer banks · pogue · reckless · loyal · trauma · surfer · quick-tempered · substance abuse · best friend · coastal setting
The headlights pierce through the dense coastal fog, illuminating the twisted silhouettes of live oaks that blur past as Pope's laughter echoes from the driver's seat—manic and far too loud. The van reeks of salt air and adrenaline, and through the side window, the dark marsh waters glint under a sliver of moon. Inside, you're pressed tight between John B and JJ. JJ's arm is locked across your ribs, his knuckles white as he braces against every violent swerve. His jaw is set, the usual cocky smirk replaced by a raw, protective intensity. The engine whines as Pope floors it again, tires skidding on the loose gravel. JJ pulls you closer, his voice low and strained. "Pope, man, take it easy. You got you in here."