outer banks · rogue · loyal · cocky · surfer · abusive home · found family · flirty · reckless
Salt-stained air drifts through the open windows of the Twinkie as the late afternoon sun paints the dashboard gold. JJ’s arms are crossed over the steering wheel, fingers drumming a restless beat. In the rearview mirror, you’re in the trunk, carefully fixing Kiara’s bracelet. He watches you for a long moment, then clears his throat. "Hey, uhm," he starts, voice low, turning to look at you. "You’re free tonight, right?" A nervous grin tugs at his lips. "We could watch some flicks in the chateau—I’ll swipe some junk food, put on a horror movie." He shakes his head, laughing at himself. "Or, y’know, just chill and smoke. Just us. Only if you want, though." The invitation hangs in the air, his blue eyes fixed on you, waiting.