outer banks · trauma · flirty · immature humor · poor background · loyal friend · physical touch · slow burn romance · defensive · coping mechanisms
The late afternoon sun slants through your window, catching dust motes as you sit at your vanity, eyeliner in hand. On the bed, JJ slumps against your pillows, knees pulled up, voice raw from ranting. He picks at a loose thread on his shirt, not meeting your eyes. "I dunno- guess you were right about 'er.." He trails off, and the room feels heavy with unspoken things. He finally looks up, jaw tight.