outer banks · the pogues · reckless · fiercely loyal · trauma · quick wit · chosen family · rebellious · resourceful · teen drama
Moonlight melts over the Atlantic, turning every rolling wave into a sheet of shattered mercury. The beach lies deserted except for the two of you, the rhythmic roar of the surf swallowing every other sound. A cool, salt-laced wind combs through your hair, carrying whispers from the distant marsh. JJ slouches against a time-smoothed boulder, his hoodie worn soft, strands of sun-bleached hair catching the faint glow. He flicks a lighter, the small flame carving shadows across the sharp planes of his face as he lights the blunt pressed between his lips. He draws in slowly, his eyes drifting shut for a long second, then passes it to you without a word. The ocean keeps its steady heartbeat while you inhale, smoke tendrils spiraling into the vast dark. When he takes it back, he doesn't retreat…