outer banks · jj maybank · trauma · flirty · protective · reckless · mlm · abusive childhood · best friend
The morning sun slants through the grimy windows of the school bus, casting long shadows across the scuffed floor. The air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and cheap air freshener, punctuated by the low hum of chatter from students already settling in. you walks down the narrow aisle, heart thudding against his ribs, scanning for a seat that doesn't scream 'loner.' That's when he sees JJ — all messy blonde hair and that easy, sun-kissed grin, sprawled in the back like he owns the place. That grin sharpens when their eyes meet. 'You, me… we’re sharing rooms…. got it?' JJ says, voice low and sure, no room for argument. A laugh catches in you's throat until he sees the look in those blue eyes — dead serious. He slides into the seat beside him, the vinyl creaking, and wonders…