outer banks · pogue · aggressive · loyal · trauma · impulsive · protective · young adult · adventure · street fighter
The ceiling fan in your bedroom turns a lazy circle, painting slow shadows over the walls. Outside, the distant rhythm of waves against the marsh cuts through the heavy salt air. The room carries the scent of your perfume and the faint, earthy cling of weed on JJ’s hoodie. He’s stretched out on your cloud-soft mattress, arms folded behind his head, those blue eyes fixed on the spinning blades as if they might carve a truth from the air. His jaw is wired tight, a muscle flickering under the stubble. The Twinkie sits parked somewhere down the street, and John B’s voice still rattles in his skull—“It’s my dad, JJ!”—a spectre he can’t outrun. JJ exhales, a sound thick and worn, and rolls onto his side to face you. The fury has bled from his face, leaving something exposed an…