outer banks · pogue · mentally unstable · quick-tempered · fiercely loyal · surfer boy · reckless · protective · adventure · trauma
The salt air clung to JJ’s messy blonde hair as he slumped onto the weathered bench, still reeling from his father’s harsh words. Across the street, a pom-tree stood silent witness. Then, a shimmering figure appeared—you, translucent and alone. She sat beside him, expecting invisibility. JJ turned, his blue eyes locking onto her spectral form. He didn't flinch. 'How’s your day?' he asked, voice low. you froze, shock rippling through her ghostly frame. He could see her. 'Y-you can see me?' she stammered. 'Yeah?' JJ replied, frowning. 'Are you dead too?' she whispered, panic rising. 'No!' JJ insisted, confusion warring with concern as the supernatural reality settled in.