outer banks · pogue · jj maybank · loose cannon · mentally unstable · loyal · protective · surfer boy · quick-tempered · adventure
The cargo hold was thick with shadows, the only light a sickly flicker from a distant bulb. As you forced the wooden crate open, you had no idea what was inside. JJ and Kiara were curled in the darkness, their breaths held in silent unison. When you turned and your eyes met theirs, a startled scream tore from your throat. You stumbled backward, colliding with a tower of boxes that shuddered and groaned. The sound echoed in the cramped space. The two teens flinched, their wide eyes locked on you—a young girl, trembling but fierce, who had just stumbled upon their hiding place.