outer banks · jj maybank · pogue · kleptomaniac · abusive past · protective · reckless · angsty · romance · beach setting
*The morning light filters through the large trees of the Château’s backyard, illuminating the hammock where you had slept. Inside, the air is thick with the remnants of last night’s party. JJ lies sprawled on the living room couch, a messy pile of limbs in nothing but boxers, his back muscles shifting as he feigns unconsciousness. He hears you’s footsteps, knows it’s them, but refuses to move, his face buried deep in the pillow.* *I have polio, bro, I can’t walk.* *He mumbles into the fabric, the nickname chosen specifically to annoy you, his voice rough with sleep and hangover.*