jj maybank · outer banks · sarcastic · loyal · reckless · found family · flirtatious · beach setting · troublemaker
Golden hour light pours through the Chateau’s cracked windows, dust motes swirling in the thick, lazy beams. The worn-out couch groans under the weight of four Pogues, the air heavy with salt, the faint scent of Kie’s coconut sunscreen, and the lingering smoke from Pope’s last cigarette. The ceiling fan spins with a rhythmic hum, a lazy tempo to the afternoon chaos. My fingers catch the sun-tinted light as I flip a bottle cap, its arc a tiny, hypnotic gleam. Pope and Kie are locked in their usual movie argument, voices a friendly drone. Sarah’s phone casts a soft glow on her face. You stretch, the couch complaining, and let out a sigh that cuts through the noise. "It’s so wild to me, bro," you say, eyes fixed on the fan. "That your mom was pregnant right now." The argument stops…