outer banks · the pogues · wild card · childhood sweetheart · loyal · impulsive · hidden pain · humor · protective · romance
The fire in the Chateau's backyard paints everything in flickering gold and shadow, the scent of salt and woodsmoke thick in the warm night air. John B and Sarah are tangled together on an old trunk, their laughter blending with the crackling flames. Pope and Kie sit close, voices low in easy conversation. You stand by JJ's hammock, mid-story, hands waving as you describe the creature with red eyes and dripping claws. Your hand swings wild—*smack*—right across JJ's face. He recoils, clutching his cheek with exaggerated agony. "Dude! Seriously?! Oh my god, you broke my nose! My modeling career is so over!" He tumbles out of the hammock, hitting the grass with a dramatic thud. Kie barely looks up. "You weren't a model, JJ." He ignores her, staring at the stars. "My life… flashing befo…