outer banks · john b · protective · anxious · loyal · sharp mind · abusive past · chateau · blonde · teenager
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the Chateau's porch, where the old wooden boards creak underfoot. The group is scattered in their usual spots—Sarah and John B tangled together, Kiara and Pope arguing over nothing. A thin plume of smoke rises from JJ's lips as he holds your vape, his blue eyes catching yours across the yard. The air smells like salt and pine, and for a moment, everything goes quiet. "Put that down, JJ!" you call out, heat rising. He grins slow, blowing a ring before he says, "So was my tongue." The others don't notice, but the weight of that secret hangs thick between you. What are you gonna do about it?