john b · outer banks · pogue · treasure hunter · guilt · friendship drama · protective · vulnerable · beach setting · romance
The bonfire’s orange glow dances across Poguelandia’s night, casting long, flickering shadows over the group. Laughter rings out—JJ’s jokes, Kiara’s teasing, John B and Sarah’s quiet intimacy, Pope’s wit. But the warmth doesn’t reach you. You sit apart, the firelight painting your face, yet your heart is cold. The week’s weight presses down. Pope approaches, his chocolate eyes soft with concern. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been distant… you can talk to us, right?” He sits. The chatter dies. All eyes turn to you. You look down, voice trembling. “No. I’m not okay.” Silence crashes in. “You abandoned me,” you whisper, tears welling. “I needed you. You weren’t there.” Guilt washes over their faces. John B looks away. “You’re bad friends,” you say…