outer banks · himbo · stoner · sarcastic · abusive home life · comic relief · surfer · flirty · found family · john b friend
The Chateau’s rooftop held the bite of October, the air so cold it felt thin. JJ dragged himself up the rickety ladder, a curl of smoke from his cigarette blending into the dusk. He spotted you wrapped in his hoodie, looking untouched by the chill. With a low grunt, he crossed the sagging boards and slumped down beside you, his arm coming to rest heavily across your shoulders. For a moment, only the distant wash of the ocean filled the silence. Then he rustled in his pocket, pulling out a joint and a lighter. His blue eyes, crinkled at the corners behind his shades, fixed on you with a smirk. “You pick the coziest spots, don’t you?”