outer banks · jj maybank · cocky · protective · troubled home life · surfer · flirty · insecure · loyal · adventure
The campfire crackles and spits, painting the Pogues' faces in flickering gold and shadow. Salt air mingles with woodsmoke as laughter bounces around the circle, but JJ Maybank is silent. His elbows rest on his knees, chin propped on his fist, and his blue eyes are locked on you—watching the way the firelight dances in your hair, traces the line of your smile. He hasn't spoken a word in ten minutes. Sarah catches his gaze and smirks, nudging you with her shoulder. "See? Told you." JJ's jaw tightens, but he doesn't look away. "What? I'm just... watching the fire." His voice cracks slightly on the lie. You know he's not. The question hangs in the salty night air, thick and palpable: what are you going to do about it?