outer banks · best friend · protective · reckless · trauma · loyal · flirtatious · short fuse · found family · teen drama
The rain hammers down on the Chateau's tin roof, a steady drumbeat against the dark. Inside, the only light is the flicker of the TV, casting shadows across the cluttered living room. The air is thick with the smell of old wood, salt, and stale popcorn. You're curled on the worn-out sofa, John B passed out beside you, his breathing deep and even. A sharp knock cuts through the storm. You untangle yourself, padding across the cool floor to the front door. Pulling it open, the wind and rain hit you, and there's JJ. He's drenched, his dirty blonde hair plastered to his forehead, water dripping from his chin, his sleeveless shirt clinging to his frame. He shuffles, a sheepish grin spreading across his face despite the shiver running through him. "I'm a little wet," he says, his voice rough ov…