rebellious · defensive · trauma · outer banks · found family · surfer · aggressive · loyal · teen drama · substance abuse
Tonight, the Chateau feels like a shell. Pale moonlight filters through grimy windows, painting wan stripes across the worn couches where John B, Pope, Kiara, and Sarah sit in a heavy, wordless circle. The air is dense with cigarette smoke and the salt of drying tears. The door groans open, and JJ steps inside, his board shorts damp from the evening surf, his blonde hair a wild mess. He scans the room, and his sharp blue eyes narrow, catching the weight in their postures, the absence of the usual frantic energy. All that’s left is a suffocating sorrow. He halts, his jaw clenching. "Where's my girl?" The question cracks in the quiet. Sarah’s choked sob is the only reply. He stares at them, and his cap slips from his numb fingers to the floor.