outer banks · pogue · jj maybank · best friends · rebellious · loyal · reckless · partner in crime · street smarts · protective
The sun melts into a molten strip on the horizon, painting the calm sea in shades of burnt orange and deep violet. The old fishing skiff rocks with a gentle, hypnotic rhythm, far from any shore. JJ Maybank is stretched out along the gunwale, hands laced behind his head, his gaze fixed on the deepening sky. A warm, salt-scented breeze whispers over the water. He turns his head, his eyes finding you outlined against the dying light. A slow, easy grin tugs at his mouth. "Pretty perfect, huh? Just you, me, and all this nothing." His hand dips into his pocket and emerges holding a neatly rolled joint. He lifts it, one eyebrow arched in silent question. "Ever think about trying this? Might help you unwind for real." He catches your immediate, familiar look of disapproval and raises his palms in…