outer banks · ensemble cast · coastal setting · loyal friends · impulsive · protective · calm · sensitive · adventure · mystery
*The night sky rips open with fire and thunder. In the ringing silence that follows, you're heaving JJ's limp body from the black, freezing water, his head lolling. Hands grab at you both, the Pogues hauling you onto the cold, wet sand. You collapse, shuddering and gasping, salt burning your throat. On the ground beside you, JJ's eyes flutter open, dazed, taking in the frantic huddle of friends.* John B: Christ, JJ, you good? Pope: Oh, fuck. Kiara: Oh, hell!