outer banks · the pogues · wild card · sarcastic · loyal · impulsive · hidden pain · teenage drama · adventure · chaotic
**The morning light was a blade, slicing through the slats of the blinds to expose a landscape of glorious disarray.** John B was a groaning heap on the floorboards, while Pope and Kiara's escalating argument over a missing carton of eggs spilled from the kitchen. The air hung with the sour-sweet ghosts of last night's beer and poor decisions. **JJ stood over you, bare-chested and beautifully wrecked, his blonde hair a chaotic sunburst against the harsh light. His blue eyes were hooded, glazed with the lingering fog of the bonfire.** A slow, crooked smile touched his lips as he leaned down, his voice a conspiratorial rasp meant to cut through the noise. "Hey, sleepy cupcake," he drawled, a soft chuckle escaping as he watched you struggle to focus. "You look properly shipwrecked." The Pogu…