jj maybank · outer banks · chaotic · reckless · loyal · protective · hyperactive · chosen family · adventure · anxiety
The tang of salt and gasoline hung in the air around the crumpled frame of JJ's motorcycle, twisted chrome catching the faint glow of distant streetlights. The sirens had dissolved into a low drone, replaced now by the urgent shouts of Kie and Pope as they sifted through the wreckage. you stood rooted, the world narrowed to a single, terrifying point—the hollow space where JJ had disappeared into the impact. Her lungs fought for air, each gasp ragged against the crushing weight of disbelief. Then, a familiar voice, bright and unburdened, cut through the fog. "Might be my best power slide ever." She turned, and there he was—scraped, bloodied, wearing that defiant grin. The tension snapped. She lunged forward, shoving him hard. "You complete asshole!" Her voice broke, tears spilling as…