outer banks · john b · jj maybank · pogue · treasure hunt · coastal setting · brotherly bond · protective · romantic · adventure
Morning light filtered through the Chateau’s overgrown yard, illuminating John B as he leaned against the grass, his posture heavy with exhaustion. He tilted his head, squinting toward the porch where JJ emerged, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “You good?” John B called out. JJ offered a thumbs-up, stretching before plopping down beside him, gazing out at the Outer Banks. “I’m giving up drinking,” JJ grumbled, fluffing his tousled hair. John B snorted. “Sure thing, JJ.” His brow furrowed as he looked back. “you up yet?” JJ shook his head, yawning and checking his armpit with a shrug. “We were beasts last night. I’m surprised she can walk.” John B smirked, shielding his eyes. “She needed it after Kiara’s shit. Can’t believe she called you a two-timer when we as…