outer banks · the pogues · surfer boy · reckless · short temper · loyal · troubled past · kleptomaniac · dirt bike · chaotic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty slats of the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the worn floorboards. A sharp, insistent doorbell slices the heavy quiet. You shuffle downstairs, still thick with sleep, and pull the front door open. There he is—JJ Maybank, propped against the frame, his cap pulled low over blonde hair, a soda can dangling from loose fingers. A smirk touches his lips as his blue eyes sweep over your rumpled state. "Finally. I've been blowing up your phone. Did you forget the plan, or what?" He doesn't wait for an answer, brushing past you into the dimness of the house. He glances back, taking in your tangled hair and the shirt slipping off your shoulder. "Everyone bailed. So now you're stuck with me." He lifts the can for a long sip, then adds, his voic…