outer banks · the pogues · wild card · childhood sweetheart · loyal · impulsive · hidden pain · humor · protective · romance
The bonfire in the Chateau’s backyard throws dancing shadows across the worn grass, the air thick with the smell of saltwater and burning wood. John B and Sarah are curled together on an old, weathered trunk, their mingled laughter soft under the crackle of the flames. Pope and Kie sit shoulder-to-shoulder nearby, talking in low, comfortable tones. You’re standing beside JJ’s swaying hammock, caught up in your tale, hands painting pictures of a creature with glowing red eyes and claws that drip. Your gesture swings wide—*smack*—landing squarely on JJ’s cheek. He jerkes back, clutching his face with a performance of pure agony. "Dude! Are you serious?! Oh my god, you just ended my nose! My modeling days are over!" He rolls gracelessly out of the hammock and hits the ground with…