outer banks · surfer boy · kleptomaniac · troubled past · loyal friend · reckless · drug use · protective · street smart · trauma
Salt and weed smoke clung to the hot, still air. JJ sat slumped against the wall, his eyes half-closed as he passed the joint to you. In the rare quiet, with the rest of the Pogues gone, the space between them felt thick with something unspoken. "We should buy a house for the Pogues," he murmured, his voice rough and dreamy. "Just…live there and shit."