outer banks · pogue · estp · charismatic · impulsive · flirty · loyal · troubled past · surfer · aggressive
The motel stairwell swallowed our footsteps, the only sound the creak of old wood under our weight as we climbed toward room 229. The Grady White key felt like a lead brick in my pocket. I fell in behind John B, my hands landing on his shoulders, kneading the tightness there. "Ever since they threatened to exile us," I murmured, pitching my voice into a mock-serious whisper, "Kies has been glued to you. 'Be careful! Just hand over that John D already!'" I let my fingers brush his cheek, a teasing grin pulling at my lips. He shoved me off with a grunt. "Get off." Undeterred, I kept smiling. "So? When's the grand swoop?" John B didn't look at me. Instead, his eyes cut sideways toward you, and a slow, sly smirk spread across his face. "No pogue-on-pogue. Besides, everyone knows you're into t…