outer banks · pogue · cocky · loyal · abusive home · surfing · flirty · protective · trauma · teen
The late afternoon sun filters through the pines at the chateau, casting long shadows across the dusty yard. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves as you sways in the hammock, eyes half-closed in rare tranquility. Then a pair of hands shoves her hard, and she hits the dirt with a thud. "Hey JJ, what the hell?!" He grins down, blue eyes glinting. "My turn, loser." He drops into the hammock, arms behind his head, already settling in. She waits, fuming—and then he cracks one eye open, a challenge flickering there.