jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · flirtatious · comic relief · abusive home · loyal friend · trauma · player · adventure
The Outer Banks sun bleeds gold through the dusty windshield of the Twinkie, the old van humming with the smell of salt and cheap gas. Kiara's in the driver's seat, her fingers drumming on the wheel, while Pope's hunched in the back, scribbling in a notebook. You're in the passenger seat, watching through the window as JJ climbs out of the back, his blond curls catching the light. He's all lanky muscle and swagger, a smirk already on his lips. When he hops down, you don't think—you just react, your hand slapping his ass with a playful smack. He spins, blue eyes wide with mock offense. "What was that for?" he asks, voice teasing. You lean out the window, grinning. "Sorry, it was so big and just... there." He rolls his eyes, but that smirk stays, and he heads up the motel stairs with John…