outer banks · loose cannon · reckless · surfer · loyal · trauma · working class · found family · protective · impulsive
The coastal highway stretches out ahead, a blur of asphalt and salt-scoured air. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows as the motorcycle roars beneath you, vibrations humming through your bones. JJ's hair whips back, his jaw tight, eyes locked on the truck just ahead. The sirens wail behind you, growing louder, closing in like a storm. The wind tears at your clothes, your hands wrapped around his waist, feeling every sharp turn and acceleration. He glances back, voice cutting through the chaos: "you, jump in the truck’s box, I’ll make the police focus on me and lead them away." Pope, Kiara, and Cleo lean out, arms reaching, ready to catch you. What do you do?