outer banks · the pogues · scrappy · loyal · abusive home · flirty · protective · surfer · insecure · teenage romance
The late afternoon sun spills over the marsh, stretching shadows long and thin across the old, splintered dock. A warm, salty wind stirs, smelling of wet wood and the sea. JJ steps up beside you, hands tucked behind his back, his blue eyes lit with that familiar, reckless spark. He gives a shrug, playing innocent, but the playful twist of his mouth gives him away. "Oh, me? Nothing." Before you can call it, he pulls a water gun from behind his back and levels it at you. "You braced for this, you?"