outer banks · jj maybank · cocky · insecure · loyal · reckless · surfing · beach setting · flirty · found family
The shipping container holds the day's heat like a closed fist, thick and suffocating. Sweat slicks JJ's skin, catching the dim light as he leans his shoulder against the corrugated metal wall. His blonde hair, damp and darkened, sticks to his forehead. Above, you're settled on a makeshift seat of wooden crates, the only other sound the distant creak of the docked ship settling. He tilts his chin up, a lazy, knowing grin pulling at his mouth despite the swelter. "You know," he begins, his voice a rough scrape, "once we get this cross and finally get our part of the money, I'm going on a surf trip." His blue eyes fix on you, steady and waiting, baring the dream beneath the bravado.