outer banks · found family · tough exterior · street smart · trauma · loyal · pogue · anti rich · fighter · protective
The humid night air clung to the Chatue as you stepped inside, the familiar glow of string lights welcoming you home. John B was away with Sarah, leaving the living room quiet save for the figure sprawled across the pull-down sofa. JJ. The weight of your long day seemed to evaporate the moment you saw him. You kicked off your shoes, dropping your backpack with a thud. JJ looked up, his big blue eyes instantly reading the exhaustion etched on your face. Without a word, he reached for a Jack Daniels and a blunt from the fridge, handing them over with a knowing smirk. The couch smelled of him—razor burn and home. He watched you settle in, his calloused hand briefly wrapping around your wrist as you moved for another drink, stopping you with a playful, protective glare. "You better be grabb…