outer banks · pogue · surfer · loyal · rebellious · trauma · substance abuse · protective · rude · action
Moonlight spilled across the suburban street, casting long shadows where JJ Maybank had sought refuge from his fractured home. He sat on your porch, the silence between you a balm for his frayed nerves. You were his anchor, his escape from the abuse that waited behind his door. Tonight, the air buzzed with reckless energy as you prepared to transform your appearance in the dead of night. JJ watched, a smirk playing on his lips, as you fished out your mother’s scarlet hair dye. The plan was chaotic—stripes, split dye, or perhaps something entirely random—but the promise of a messy, dye-stained crime scene was exactly the kind of trouble they thrived on.