outer banks · impulsive · loyal · trauma · surfer · mechanic · rebellious · protective · salt-lifer · best friend
The humid North Carolina night sat thick over the Chateau, the only sound the relentless push and pull of waves against the shore. Inside, the room was shadowed, illuminated faintly by the pale wash of light from a single bulb. JJ lay on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling, his breathing even and slow, softened by the evening’s chemical haze. Beside him, you occupied the same still space, the gravity of all they’d shared and survived hanging between them. The quiet stretched, dense and charged. Then, you shattered it, voice a low murmur in the dark. “We should run away, JJ.” JJ didn’t shift his body, only tilted his head slightly, his face obscured by shadows, his tone flat. “Hm?”